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"What can be happening?" he asked with a gaunt illustrative hand. "What can be happening? Spin, spin, spin, spin. It goes round and round, round and round for evermore." He stood with his hand circling "It's all right, old chap," said Isbister with the air of an old friend. "Don't worry yourself. Trust to me." The man dropped his hand and turned again.
"One might lie on them rather dismally through a cold night, broken bones grating as one shivered, chill water splashing over you. Eh?" Their eyes met. "Sorry to upset your ideals," said Isbister with a sense of devil-may-careish brilliance. "It's so damned amateurish." "But the other thing," said the sleepless man irritably, "the other thing. No man can keep sane if night after night "
Isbister noted the marks the physicians had made in injecting nourishment, for that device had been resorted to to postpone collapse; he pointed them out to Warming, who had been trying not to see them.
"Exercise?" suggested Isbister diffidently, with a glance from his interlocutor's face of wretchedness to the touring costume he wore. "That is what I have tried. Unwisely perhaps. I have followed the coast, day after day from New Quay. It has only added muscular fatigue to the mental. The cause of this unrest was overwork trouble. There was something " He stopped as if from sheer fatigue.
"What can be happening? Spin, spin, spin, spin. It goes round and round, round and round for evermore." He stood with his hand circling. "It's all right, old chap," said Isbister with the air of an old friend. "Don't worry yourself. Trust to me," The man dropped his hand and turned again.
He will have much to learn, much to unlearn, when he wakes. If ever a waking comes." "I'd give anything to be there," said Isbister, "just to hear what he would say to it all." "So would I," said Warming. "Aye! so would I," with an old man's sudden turn to self pity. "But I shall never see him wake." He stood looking thoughtfully at the waxen figure. "He will never awake," he said at last.
"Very," answered the stranger shortly, hesitated a second, and added in a colourless tone, "I can't sleep." Isbister stopped abruptly. "No?" was all he said, but his bearing conveyed his helpful impulse. "It may sound incredible," said the stranger, turning weary eyes to Isbister's face and emphasizing his words with a languid hand, "but I have had no sleep no sleep at all for six nights."
An important episode soon took place among the French, usually known as the "Sayer Affair." Of this we shall speak in another chapter. The movement, headed by Isbister, still continued, and led to the serious consideration by the British Government of the whole situation in Red River Settlement. The impatience of the people of all classes in Red River led to a new plan of attack.
Isbister had resumed his talk whenever the path had widened sufficiently for them to walk abreast. He was enlarging upon the complex difficulty of making Boscastle Harbour in bad weather, when suddenly and quite irrelevantly his companion interrupted him again. "My head is not like what it was," he said, gesticulating for want of expressive phrases. "It's not like what it was.
Isbister looked at him and wondered transitorily if some complex Providence had indeed brought them together that afternoon. "It's not a cert, you know," he remarked. "There's a cliff like that at Lulworth Cove as high, anyhow and a little girl fell from top to bottom. And lives to-day sound and well." "But those rocks there?"
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