To escape, to track down Sholto, to have my hand upon his throat,--that was my one thought.

Even the Agra treasure had come to be a smaller thing in my mind than the slaying of Sholto.
"Well, I have set my mind on many things in this life, and never one which I did not carry out.

But it was weary years before my time came.
I have told you that I had picked up something of medicine.

One day when Dr.Somerton was down with a fever a little Andaman Islander was picked up by a convict-gang in the woods.

He was sick to death, and had gone to a lonely place to die.