MAWSON (narrating): I think he has a fever. He
doesn't assimilate his food. Things are
in a most serious state for both of us.
If he can not go 8 to 10 miles in a day,
we're doomed. [wind blowing]
[wind blowing]
His heart seems to have gone.
[sighs] It's very hard to be within a hundred miles of the hut.
and in such a position. It's awful.
[Mertz stirs feverishly]
MAWSON (narrating): If only I could get on, but I must stop with Xavier.
[Mertz breathes erratically]
[Mertz vocalises and groans as he has a seizure]