Let us live 'im for the night, what there is of it; time enough in the morning." I could hardly believe my ears; still I knew that it was treachery, all treachery; and the morning I should never see.
"But we can't leave him up here," said Rattray; "it would mean one of us watching him all night." "Quite so," said Santos.

"I will tell you where we could live him, however, if you will allow me to wheesper one leetle moment." They drew aside; and, as I live, I thought that little moment was to be Rattray's last on earth.

I watched, but nothing happened; on the contrary, both men seemed agreed, the Portuguese gesticulating, the Englishman nodding, as they stood conversing at the window.

Their faces were strangely reassuring.

I began to reason with myself, to rid my mind of mere presentiment and superstition.