Harry Girdwood gave the word; a glance of intelligence went round.
They, to use Jack's expression, pulled themselves together, and looked serious.
"It is headache," said Jack. "Violent headache, he says."
"Yes," said Mole.
"Show your tongue."
Mole thrust it out, and then the doctor felt his pulse.
"Very bad; you have the fever."
"What?" ejaculated Mole, aghast.
"You have the fever."
"What sort?"