. . . And the devil, as he recovered, lay watching
me, under half-closed eyes, with never a sign of gratitude, but, for
all my reward, this shifty sneer.
"There came a day when his new insolence broke out with his old hate.
'You Foe,' said he, 'I reckon you're priding yourself on your bedside
manner, eh? . . . I can't keep much account of time, lying here.
But, when I get about again, I'll have things in this camp a bit more
shipshape, I promise you. . . . I've been thinking it out, lying
here: and my conclusion is, you're too much of the boss without doing
your job. . . . How long is it since you've strolled up to the
look-out?'
"'About a fortnight,' said I.
"'And that's a pretty sort of watch, eh?' he continued irritably:
'--when you know that I never missed a day. . . . I tell you, Foe,
that, after this, we'll have to come to a reckoning. One or other
has to be master on this island, and it isn't going to be _you_!
"I went up the hill obediently with the binoculars. I went up
thoughtfully. . . ."
"I came back some fifty minutes later, and said, 'You're too weak to
walk; too weak even to crawl.
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