Then Yamba had always to build him a shelter wherever we camped, so that far from being an invaluable assistance and a companion he was a burden--so great that, in moments of depression, I regretted not having left him to die.

As it was, he would often have gone to his death in the great deserts were it not for the ever-vigilant Bruno.

Still, I always thought that some day I would be able to take the man back to civilisation, and there find out who he was and whence he had come.

And I hoped that people would think I had been kind to him.

At first I thought the unfortunate man was suffering from sunstroke, and that in course of time he would regain his reason.