"No gettee more watee till quite dalk." My head sank against the rock, and I hardly stirred the whole of that day.

Ching pressed me to eat some of the remaining biscuits, but I could not touch them, only rest my burning head there, and try to think of what was to come.

Ching would certainly be caught if he ventured out, for the enemy never all lay down to sleep together; and, what was worse, I felt convinced, though in a confused way, that sooner or later the delirious mutterings and talkings of Tom Jecks must be heard.
I can only remember patches of that day.

The rest is all burning heat and wandering away amongst grass and flowers and purling streams, whose trickling I seemed to hear.
It was getting well on in the afternoon, I suppose, that Tom Jecks' fever came to a height.

He muttered, and then began to talk angrily, but in an incoherent way, and his voice grew so loud that at last I roused myself and went up to the look-out, to watch whether it was heard without.
But the Chinamen heard nothing, only sat or lay about, talking or sleeping.