"It was dreadfully hot in that hut, in the middle of the day; and I used to feel that I lost almost as much strength, in the day, as I picked up at night.

I am wonderfully better this evening.

Of course, that long sleep had something to do with it, and the pleasure of being free and with you had still more; but certainly the coolness, and the air blowing through that opening, have counted for something." "Well, we shall feed you up as long as you are here, Harry; and I hope, in a fortnight, to see you pretty firm on your legs again; and then, if there is nothing to prevent it, we will carry you off triumphantly." Meinik here came in, with two bowls of broth; for they had bought a few earthenware utensils on one of the visits to Toungoo.
"That is first rate!" Harry said, as he finished his first one.
"What is it made of ?" "I never ask questions," Stanley replied--who tried, successfully, to keep down a smile.

"Meinik is a capital cook, and turns out all sorts of nice little dishes.

Here comes his step again.
"What have you there, Meinik ?" he asked, as the Burman entered, with two plates.
"A slice of mutton done on sticks over the fire, master, and some rice with it." "That is first rate!" Harry said heartily, when he had finished.
"They did not give me meat, in prison.