Once or twice imagination made him feel sure that it had come, but it always passed quickly.

His body remained warm, and, while he was still watching for the chill, he fell asleep, and slept soundly all through the night.
The break of day aroused him.

He felt strong and well, and he was in a pleasant glow, because he knew now that the chill would not come.

It had been due to overtaxed nerves, and there was no malaria in his system.
He hunted again among the big trees until he found a squirrel on one of the high boughs.

He fired at it and missed.