Trench laid him down in a corner of the zareeba
where there would be shade; and in a few hours shade would be needed.
Then with the rest he scrambled to the Nile for water and brought it
back. As he poured it down Feversham's throat, Feversham seemed for a
moment to recognise him. But it was only for a moment, and the
incoherent tale of his adventures began again. Thus, after five years,
and for the first time since Trench had dined as Feversham's guest in
the high rooms overlooking St. James's Park, the two men met in the
House of Stone.
CHAPTER XXVIII
PLANS OF ESCAPE
For three days Feversham rambled and wandered in his talk, and for three
days Trench fetched him water from the Nile, shared his food with him,
and ministered to his wants; for three nights, too, he stood with
Ibrahim and fought in front of Feversham in the House of Stone. But on
the fourth morning Feversham waked to his senses and, looking up, with
his own eyes saw bending over him the face of Trench. At first the face
seemed part of his delirium. It was one of those nightmare faces which
had used to grow big and had come so horribly close to him in the dark
nights of his boyhood as he lay in bed.
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