having laid the dessert and wine upon the table, he raised his hand to his turban.
âAnything else I do, Massa Walker?â he asked.
âNo, I think that is all right, Moussa,â my host answered. âI am not feeling very well tonight, though, and I should much prefer if you would stay on the island.â
I saw a struggle between his fears and his duty upon the swarthy face of the African. His skin had turned of that livid purplish tint which stands for pallor in a negro, and his eyes looked furtively about him.
âNo, no, Massa Walker,â he cried, at last, âyou better come to the hulk with me, sah. Look after you much better in the hulk, sah!â
âThat wonât do, Moussa. White men donât run away from the posts where they are placed.â
Again I saw the passionate struggle in the negroâs face, and again his fears prevailed.
âNo use, Massa Walker, sah!â he cried. âSâelp me, I canât do it. If it was yesterday or if it was tomorrow, but this the third night, sah, anâ itâs more than I can face.â
Walker shrugged his shoulders.
âOff with you then!â said he. âWhen the mailboat comes you can get back to Sierra Leone, for Iâll have no servant who deserts me when I need him most. I suppose this is all mystery to you, or has the Doctor told you, Captain Meldrum?â
âI showed Captain Meldrum the cooperage, but I did not tell him anything,â said Doctor Severall. âYouâre looking bad, Walker,â he added, glancing at his companion. âYou have a strong touch coming on you.â
âYes, Iâve had the shivers all day, and now my head is like a cannon-ball. I took ten grains of quinine, and my ears are singing like a kettle. But Iwant to sleep with you in the cooperage tonight.â
âNo, no, my dear chap. I wonât hear of such a thing. You must get to bed at once, and I am sure Meldrum will excuse you. I shall sleep in the cooperage, and I promise you that Iâll be round with your medicine before breakfast.â
It was evident that Walker had been struck by one of those sudden and violent attacks of remittent fever which are the curse of the West Coast. His sallow cheeks were flushed and his eyes shining with fever, and suddenly as he sat there he began to croon out a song in the high-pitched voice of delirium.
âCome, come, we must get you to bed, old chap,â said the Doctor, and with my aid he led his friend into his bedroom. There we undressed him and presently, after taking a strong sedative, he settled down into a deep slumber.
âHeâs right for the night,â said the Doctor, as we sat down and filled our glasses once more. âSometimes it is my turn and sometimes his, but, fortunately, we have never been down together. I should have been sorry to be out of it to-night, for I have a little mystery to unravel. I told you that I intended to sleep in the cooperage.â
âYes, you said so.â
âWhen I said sleep I meant watch, for there will be no sleep for me. Weâve had such a scare here that no native will stay after sundown, and I mean to find out to-night what the cause of it all may be. It has always been the custom for a native watchman to sleep in the cooperage, to prevent the barrel hoops being stolen. Well, six days ago the fellow who slept there disappeared, and we have never seen a trace of him since. It was certainly singular, for no canoe had been taken, and these waters are too full of crocodiles for any man to swim to shore. What became of the fellow, or how he could have left the islandis a complete mystery. Walker and I were merely surprised, but the blacks were badly scared and queer Voodoo tales began to get about amongst them. But the real stampede broke out three nights ago, when the new watchman in the cooperage also disappeared.â
âWhat became of him?â I asked.
âWell, we not only
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