After the first passionate outburst, his manner never changed as he mechanically ordered his horse and pulled on his boots.

He was pale naturally, and great purple rings seemed to come out beneath his eyes--as if he had received a blow--from the intensity of his suppressed emotion.

Once only he spoke before he mounted.
"What is it ?" he asked.
"Jungle fever," I answered.

He groaned.

"Shall I go with you ?" asked I, thinking it might be as well.