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Show - 88 strong. Be strong." Missing a stroke in his rowing, he reached out a hand and touched Ruruku's forehead. "Ka kino, Very bad," he exclaimed. "My brother burns with the fires of fever. You cannot die, my brother! the gods must preserve you. They must!" "I am a warrior, I will not die," screamed Ruruku. And then he became delirious and began incoherent mumbling. Time became as nothing. Roa only knew that Ra's face was bright uoon the waters when his eyes fell upon the familiar coastline. He nosed, the canoe toward It x^rith Powerful strokes and renewed energy. The canoe slinned up on the white sandy beach from its own momentum. Roa secured it to a tree, covered his feverish brother, and dashed uo the forest path to the village. A warrior guarding the ^ath to the na ran to meet him. "My brother is sorely wounded and ill in the canoe at the beach," he gasoed through his parched throat. Then the world swam dizzily before him, and he went again into the world of the unconscious. |