Not willingly, for he kept starting back into wakefulness, and walked to and fro; but all in vain, sleep gradually mastered him; and he sank lower and lower, falling into a deep slumber, and, as he afterwards said, when talking about the adventure, "If I had been in front of a cannon, and knew that it was to be fired, I could only have said--Just wait till I am fast asleep, and then do what you please." The sun was up when he started into full wakefulness, and his clothes were drenched with dew. "If I don't have a taste of jungle fever after this, it's strange to me," he said, hastily swallowing a little white powder from a tiny bottle. "A stitch in time saves nine, and blessed is the salt quinine." "Humph! that's rhyme," he grunted. "Only to think that I should go to sleep. Ahoy-oy!" he shouted. There was no reply, and his heart smote him as he felt that he had neglected the poor Malay. Then he felt that he was lost in the jungle; but that did not trouble him much, for he was sure that if he followed the little stream he should find that it entered a larger, and that the larger would run into one larger still, probably into the Parang, whose course he could follow down. But that would be only as a last resource. CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT. THE DOSE OF TOOBAH. Doctor Bolter's was a painful position, and he could not help feeling how utterly weak man is in the midst of nature's solitudes. He could have stood meditating for long enough, but he had to find his companion; and after shouting for some time and getting no answer, he listened for the rippling noise of the stream, and heard it sounding very faintly far-off on his right. Making for it as a starting-place, he found the tracks he had made, the grass being trampled down in all directions. What was more, he found his trail crossed over and over again, and even followed by that of crocodiles, whose toes were marked in the mud wherever it was laid bare. Twice over he startled one of the reptiles, which fled before him with a rush into the stream, which was little better than an overgrown ditch, and the doctor hastily backed away. He soon found that all endeavours to hit upon his way back by the trail were useless, and once more he began to shout. To his great delight his cry was answered, and on making for the sound he heard directly after, the rustling of bushes being thrust aside, and soon after stood face to face with the Malay. "I have been sleeping," said the latter, smiling. "My arm is better now." "If our English fellows could stand injuries like these!" muttered the doctor, who looked with astonishment at the light way in which the Malay treated the terrible injury he had received. "Do you feel as if you could lead the way back?" he said, after halting and rebinding the Malay's wound. "Oh, yes," the Malay said cheerfully; and he at once set off. "But my gun?" cried the doctor. "I have left it behind."