Suddenly the sick boy raised himself up on the cot where he had been placed.
“There he is!” he exclaimed.
“Who?” asked Jerry, thinking Bob saw some one.
“That alligator! He has the big snake and they are both being chased by the sea cow! Where’s my gun?”
“Out of his head,” whispered Ned, as he gently pressed Bob back on the bed. “What shall we do?”
Jerry did not know what to say. This was a new complication, for their journeys heretofore had been free from the worry of serious illness.
“My, but he’s hot!” went on Ned, feeling of Bob’s hand. “We ought to have an ice bag for him.”
“No ice here, but I’ve just thought of something we can do.”
“What?”
“Dip cloths in water and put ’em on him. That’ll help some.”