It won't last long." I led Miss Sampson and Sally back into the shade of our little camp glade.
Steele had gotten worse all in a moment.

Also, the fool had pulled the bandage off his head; his wound had begun to bleed anew, and the flies were paying no attention to his weak efforts to brush them away.

His head rolled as we reached his side, and his eyes were certainly wild and wonderful and devouring enough.

"Who's that ?" he demanded.
"Easy there, old man," I replied.

"I've brought the girls." Miss Sampson shook like a leaf in the wind.
"So you've come to see me die ?" asked Steele in a deep and hollow voice.
Miss Sampson gave me a lightning glance of terror.
"He's only off his head," I said.