No, no, Major, I not ill, only Asika say so.

You go to bed, so she make me go to bed.

You get worse, she treat me cruel; you seem better, she stuff me with food till I burst.

All because you tell her that you and I die same day.

Oh, Lord! poor Jeekie think his end very near just now, for he know quite well that she not let him breathe ten minutes after you peg out.
Jeekie never pray so hard for anyone before as he pray this week for you, and by Jingo! I think he do the trick, he and that medicine stuff which make him feel very bad in stomach," and he groaned under the weight of his many miseries.
Weak as he was Alan began to laugh, and that laugh seemed to do him more good than anything that he could remember, for after it he was sure that he would recover.
Just then an agonized whisper reached him from Jeekie.
"Look out!" it said, "here come Asika.