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 ascertain¹ the cause of the tumult².  
The boatswain, Dowlas, and all the sailors were storming at each other in frightful³ rage; and Curtis, who had come forward from the stern, was endeavoring to pacify⁴ them.
 
"But who has done it? we must know who has done it," said Dowlas, scowling⁵ with vindictive⁶ passion on the group around him.
 
"There's a thief," howled out the boatswain, "and he shall be found!
Let's know who has taken it."
"I haven't taken it!" "Nor I! Nor I!" cried the sailors one after another.
 
And then they set to work again to ransack⁷ every quarter of the raft; they rolled every spar aside, they overturned everything on board, and only grew more and more incensed⁸ with anger as their search proved fruitless.
 
"Can YOU tell us," said the boatswain, coming up to me, "who is the thief?"
 
"Thief!" I replied. "I don't know what you mean."
 
And while we were speaking the others all came up together, and told me that they had looked everywhere else, and that they were going now to search the tent.
 
"Shame!" I said. "You ought to allow those whom ............