_Seventh stage._--Chutney still hopeful. Bildad and Sir Arthur in a bad way. Provisions for three days still remain. We _must_ reach the mouth of the river by that time. Canaris fished, but caught nothing. _Eighth stage._--The outlook is dark. I fear none will ever read these pages. The river begins to run sluggishly. Bildad shrieks and raves continually. Sir Arthur is better. They are all asleep now. Forbes and I were put on guard, but Forbes has gone to sleep, and I am afraid I shall do the same without knowing it. A dizzy weakness is coming over me, and---- At this point the writer appears to have dropped his book and pencil and fallen asleep. Just what space of time was covered by the above quoted entries from the colonel's book is uncertain. A week would probably be a fair guess. The misery of these unfortunate voyagers during that period can hardly be imagined. They suffered continually from the pangs of hunger. They traveled in utter darkness, and, to add to the horror of it all, two sick men had to be ministered to. Under these circumstances we again take up the thread of the story. It is not to be wondered at that Forbes and the colonel were so derelict as to fall asleep at their post of duty. To remain awake in their condition was simply impossible. It was terribly unfortunate that it should be so, as what follows will prove. The raft encountered no rapids during the time that all were sleeping, and as far as personal danger was concerned it mattered not whether any one was on guard or not. Forbes and Chutney awoke about the same time. As was Guy's usual habit after sleeping, he lit a torch to see how the current was running. The light woke Canaris and the colonel almost immediately, while Sir Arthur turned on his rug and asked feebly for something to eat. The very mention of food brought a hungry glare to their eyes, and Guy turned round to reach the bag. It was not in its accustomed place, and he staggered to his feet in astonishment. "It's gone," he cried savagely. "The bag is gone. Who has taken it?" They glared at each other with fierce mistrust. "Ah, look! look!" shrieked Canaris suddenly. "The black wretch!" and springing across the raft he flung himself on Bildad and grasped him with both hands savagely by the throat. Melton and Guy tore him away by main force and there beside the African lay the bag--empty. Bildad's lips were full of crumbs, and half a cracker was still clutched in one grimy hand. "Kill him. Throw him in the river!" shrieked the Greek, who was fairly beside himself with rage and hunger. "He is out of his mind," said Guy gravely. "He took them in his delirium. Not one is left;" as he shook the bag in the air. Sir Arthur made another piteous appeal for food, and Guy took the half cracker from Bildad's hand and gave it to him. "None left!" repeated the colonel blankly. "What are we going to do? We'll starve in two days. I feel now as if I were on fire inside."