nothing but the working of "nitric acid."

He knew that Coxon had died. Through his burning head circled "the black pearl"... And he kept waiting until he could open his eyes.

But the pain grew fiercer, and all the flesh around his eyes was burning... And when he lifted his hands from his eyes, to see... "Honer" let out a terrible scream — he had gone blind.

He did not believe it... he went on believing that the pain would pass and that he would see. Hours passed over him, and the space around him was vast, black, with-out limit. And with all this, he did not forget "the black pearl": he began feeling his way to Coxon's corpse, and his fingers groped

for the pearl until he found it and took it, and he turned back, feeling his way to the door, his hands stretched out before him..

He fell again and again, reeling with pain, and heard the breaking of the waves on the shore... and a tremendous terror took hold of him.

How would he find his food and drink? How would he reach the village? How would he cross those swamps and inlets?...

But what burned his brain was to know: how had this befallen him from a glass of liquor??!

And when he tried to leave the ruined house, he fell over Coxon's corpse and slept beside it, moaning with pain until morning.

The thunder deafened his ears,

the rains whipped his face like lashes, the thorns tore his flesh... but he kept trying to find his way..

He would walk, then return to the house to take shelter in it... feed-ing on the sea creatures along the shore, and drinking rainwater..

Two full weeks in excruciating pain... He was very weak... but his thinking was steady, and he was determined to save himself... How?... A thought flashed in his head... the bell hung in the palm tree... So he went out, taking his direction from the sound of the sea and straining his ears in hope of hearing the sound of the bell.

The sound of the bell reached him, faint, on the wind... and a shiver of joy ran through his body. And he set off walking, his

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