"Yes, I know. And I knew Terry--in Sorsogon Province. I was down and out, a beachcomber,--booze. And he was kind to me, when I needed kindness.... It's up to you, Bronner." The Major stepped up on the dock, unsteady of limb after the night and day, his ears roaring from the long punishment. Stamping the length of the dock to regain his land legs, he returned to meet Doctor Merchant, who had hastened down to the dock. His heavy hurry had glittered him with a profuse perspiration that coursed down over his exposed skin areas, and he wiped his hands and wrists with a big bandana before shaking hands with the Major. His entire mien bespoke anxiety. "We expected you, Major--though not so soon. You know all about--about it?" The Major nodded: "The Governor showed me Whipple's letter." "Well, that's about all we know here. Terry was sick when he went after Malabanan's outfit--he never should have gone. And after doing that job--and it was SOME job, believe me!--he started cross country to see me--knew he was sick. It was over two weeks later that I finished and came in--and when I arrived without him there was a regular riot!" He wiped his face and neck: "Major, I'll never forgive myself for exposing him to that fever--but I couldn't do a thing till he came--they would do nothing I told them. Do you know how it was he caught it?" He was at once mournful and enraged. "Gave his mosquito net to the chief's wife because she was 'soon to become a mother,' as he put it: and right after he rode away I found she had cut the net into four big pieces and was using them for _towels_! Yes, sir! For towels!" He wiped away with the bandana, thinking that thus he concealed his emotions. "Major, you've got your work cut out--a bunch of the planters are in town this afternoon, planning a raid into the Hills. Lindsey and Sears are the wildest--the whole bunch will get wiped out if they set foot in the Hills! You had better see them right away--and you'll have your hands full--they're mighty determined." He paused, fretting, then turned his big bulk with surprising swiftness: "Well--say something! What are you going to do about this? Going to clean out the Hills? Or are you going to let--" he stormed on and on, checking the flow at last to press his hospitality upon the Major. "Thanks, Medico, but I'll just sling my bag in Terry's house and sleep there to-night: and I can eat at the Club."