He was ghastly pale and very much emaciated.

I knew that death was at hand.

Just as he regained consciousness--I can see the picture now; yes, we were all around his fragrant couch of eucalyptus leaves, waiting for him to open his eyes--he gazed at me in a way that thrilled me strangely, and _I knew I was looking at a sane white man_.

His first questions were "Where am I?
Who are you ?" Eager and trembling I knelt down beside him and told him the long and strange story of how I had found him, and how he had now been living with me nearly two years.

I pointed out to him our faithful Bruno, who had often taken him for long walks and brought him back safely, and who had so frequently driven away from him deadly snakes, and warned him when it was time to turn back.