CHAPTER XI

For the moment he was so weary and excited that he was unable to utter a word, and stood there gasping for breath in front of the man, who lay on the bed, and who likewise remained silent, gazing at him with such utter amazement that he was all but dazed. At last the man cried out: “Nasibu! Are you there?” “Yes, sir,” answered the young negro. “Do you see any one and is any one standing in front of me?” But before the boy could answer Stasch regained his voice: “Sir,” he said, “my name is Stanislaus Tarkowski. I wa…