CHAPTER XXVII 

A fortnight afterwards Trent rode into Attra, pale, gaunt, and hollow-eyed. The whole history of those days would never be known by another man! Upon Trent they had left their mark for ever. Every hour of his time in this country he reckoned of great value--yet he had devoted fourteen days to saving the life of John Francis. Such days too--and such nights! They had carried him sometimes in a dead stupor, sometimes a raving madman, along a wild bush-track across rivers and swamps into the town of Garba, where years ago a Congo trader, who had made a fortune, had built a little white-washed hospital! He was safe now, but surely never a man before had walked so near the "Valley of the Shadow of Death." A single moment's vigilance relaxed, a blanket displaced, a dose of brandy forgotten, and Trent might have walked this life a multi-millionaire, a peer, a little god amongst his fellows, freed for ever from all anxiety. But Francis was tended as never a man was tended before. Trent himself had done his share of the carrying, ever keeping his eyes fixed upon the death-lit face of their burden, every ready to fight off the progress of the fever and ague, as the twitching lips or shivering limbs gave warning of a change. For fourteen days he had not slept; until they had reached Garba his clothes had never been changed since they had started upon their perilous journey. As he rode into Attra he reeled a little in his saddle, and he walked into the office of the Agent more like a ghost than a man. 
Where Trent went?
Was he in good shape?
Would other people know about all these?
Who did he try to save?
For how long?
Did he think highly of his time there?
Which town Francis was carried into?
Who made fortune in Garba?
How long ago?
Did he build something useful there?
Was Francis very close to dying?
Is he safe now?
Could Trent have a better life that this?
Was Francis too important for him to forgo that?
Did Trent carry him too?
Was he ever watchful?
How long he didn't sleep well?
Could he change his clothes in the journey?
Was he riding horse on the way to Attra?
Who did he meet there?
into Attra
Trent rode into Attra
no
A fortnight afterwards Trent rode into Attra, pale, gaunt, and hollow-eyed
no
The whole history of those days would never be known by another man! 
John Francis
saving the life of John Francis
A fortnight
A fortnight afterwards Trent rode into Attra, 
yes
Every hour of his time in this country he reckoned of great value
Attra
As he rode into Attra
a Congo trader
 Garba, where years ago a Congo trader, who had made a fortune
years ago
 where years ago a Congo trader, who had made a fortune
yes
where years ago a Congo trader, who had made a fortune, had built a little white-washed hospital
yes
He was safe now, but surely never a man before had walked so near the "Valley of the Shadow of Death
yes
He was safe now
yes
 and Trent might have walked this life a multi-millionaire, a peer, a little god amongst his fellows, freed for ever from all anxiety
yes
But Francis was tended as never a man was tended before.
yes
Trent himself had done his share of the carrying,
yes
ever keeping his eyes fixed upon the death-lit face of their burden
For fourteen days
 For fourteen days he had not slept
no
until they had reached Garba his clothes had never been changed since they had started
yes
 As he rode into Attra he reeled a little in his saddle
the Agent
 and he walked into the office of the Agent more like a ghost than a man.