"I wonder you've
been so long without it. You had better lie down at once."
A quarter of an hour afterwards Frank was seized with an overpowering
heat, every vein appearing to be filled with liquid fire; but his
skin, instead of being, as usual, in a state of perspiration, was
dry and hard.
"Now, Frank, sit up and drink this. It's only some mustard and salt
and water. I have immense faith in an emetic."
The draught soon took its effect. Frank was violently sick, and
the perspiration broke in streams from him.
"Here is a cup of tea," Mr. Goodenough said; "drink that and you
will find that there will be little the matter with you in the
morning."
Frank awoke feeling weak, but otherwise perfectly well. Mr.
Goodenough administered a strong dose of quinine, and after he had
had his breakfast he felt quite himself again.
"Now," Mr. Goodenough said, "we will go up to the factories and
mission and try and find a really good servant. Everything depends
upon that."
In a short time an engagement was made with a negro of the name of
Ostik. He was a Mpongwe man, that being the name of the tribe on
the coast. He spoke English fairly, as well as two or three of the
native languages.
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