CHAPTER XXIX
A BAFFLING SEARCH
Fenn sat down rather suddenly on hearing Ruth make that announcement. He grew calm.
“All right,” he said, good-naturedly, “there’s no use alarming you. I’m not delirious. I never felt better in my life. That sleep I had was fine. My fever is all gone. But, go ahead, if you want to. Send for the doctor. I don’t mind. I know what he’ll say, and then I can go and hunt for that cave.”
“Oh, Fenn, are you sure you’re all right?” asked Ruth, much reassured by the cool manner in which the boy spoke.
“Sure. Here, feel of my pulse. It’s as slow as yours.”
Ruth did so, and, having had some experience in cases of illness, she realized that Fenn’s fever had gone down.
“You do seem better,” she acknowledged. “However, I think it would be a good thing for the doctor to see you. I don’t want you to run any chances.”
“All right,” agreed Fenn.