CHAPTER XLVIII
HOBART’S BODY STOLEN
JANUARY 19.—All through the day the sky remained unclouded and the heat intense; and night came on without bringing much sensible moderation in the temperature. I was unable to get any sleep, and, toward morning, was disturbed by hearing an angry clamor going on outside the tent; it aroused M. Letourneur, Andre, and Miss Herbey, as much as myself, and we were anxious to ascertain the cause of the tumult.
The boatswain, Dowlas, and all the sailors were storming at each other in frightful rage; and Curtis, who had come forward from the stern, was endeavoring to pacify them.
“But who has done it? we must know who has done it,” said Dowlas, scowling with vindictive passion on the group around him.
“There’s a thief,” howled out the boatswain, “and he sha
