CHAPTER XXVII
THE DISAPPEARANCE OF MAYBE DIXON
When the doctor arrived at Mark's side he found the youth in a fever. He at once set to work and administered some medicine, and remained at the sufferer's side part of the night and an hour in the morning.
"I feel quite sure he will get well," he said, when he was ready to leave. "But should he have a turn for the worse you had better come for me again."
He left some pills and several bottles of medicine, and then, having received his pay, rode away. The boys and Maybe Dixon were sorry to see him depart.
"I wish he was stopping in this camp," said Si. "Then he could come around every day."
"Well, he has told us what to do and we'll have to follow directions," answered Bob. "Too bad! After the fine way we were getting along!"
"I shan't complain, if only he pulls through," put in Maybe Dixon.
"He is not going to die—we must pull him through, somehow," said Bob, decidedly.
After that he scarcely left Mark's side for a week. At night Si or Maybe Dixon would relieve him for a few hours, but it was Bob who administered the medicine and tried to make Mark as comfortable as possible.