She stood up, swayed slightly and staggered back to the seat.

In truth, she was pale enough, and her heart beat so fast that she was horribly dizzy.
"A doctor!" she cried, forgetting that she would not be understood.
The native girl stared at her.

She did not understand the words, but the signs were enough.

The young white woman looked ill; and Umballa would deal harshly with those who failed to stem the tide of any illness which might befall his captive.

There was a commotion behind the fretwork of the palace.