Why, when you are able to walk we will make tracks straightway for civilisation.

I am sure you know the way, for now you are as right as I am." But nothing interested the dying man.

Shortly before the end his eyes assumed a strained look, and I could see he was rapidly going.

The thought of his approaching end was to me a relief; it would be untrue if I were to say otherwise.

For weeks past I had seen that the man could not live, and considering that every day brought its battle for life, you will readily understand that this poor helpless creature was a terrible burden to me.