Tom was still asleep. When he awoke the brothers were worried to see that he did not seem to be as clear in his mind as he had been the day before.
"Where is Ike Furner?" he asked, suddenly. "Say, I've got to be on my way, if I am going to get those nuggets of gold."
"Tom, take it easy," begged Dick. "Don't you remember me?" And he looked his brother full in the eyes.
"Sure I know you, Dick," was the wondering answer. "Why do you ask me such a question? Let me see, what was I saying?" Tom put his hand to his forehead. "Hang it all, it's slipped my mind entirely," he groaned.
"Never mind, Tom, let it go. You just think of Sam and me, and the folks at home. And don't forget Nellie," Dick added, in a whisper.
"Nellie!" gasped the sufferer. "Oh, yes, Nellie! As if I could ever forget her! Say, Dick, how soon will I see her, do you suppose?"
"I'll send for her as soon as we get home, Tom."
"And when will that be?"
"Oh, not so very long. Now do keep quiet. And don't think of anything but just home and Nellie," he added, pleadingly.
"All right, I'll do just as you want me to," returned Tom, and then laid back and was silent.