"Never mind, Tom, just keep quiet. You're very sick. Just rest yourself."
"All right." Tom heaved a deep sigh. "Gosh! I do feel pretty bad!" he added. He had tried to sit up, but now fell back exhausted.
It was a night never to be forgotten. The German snored peacefully, but Dick did not close his eyes. He watched Tom closely, to do all he could for his brother and make certain that the sufferer should not get away again.
During the night it stopped snowing and in the morning the sun came out as brightly as ever. Dick was astir early, and was gratified to see that Tom was sleeping peacefully. They did not awaken the sufferer until Gus Schmidt announced himself ready to move on.
Tom was still very weak, but Dick was gratified to see that he appeared to be in his right mind, and his eyes were brighter than they had been in many a day.
"I can't understand this," he said, when he was bundled up and placed on one of the sleds. "I feel as if I had had some awful dream."
"So you have had, Tom," was Dick's reply. "And I want you to be careful, so that that awful dream doesn't come back."
"But where are we, Dick?"
"In Alaska, Tom. Now do keep quiet, please."
"Alaska! Well, I never!" murmured the sufferer. "And I thought we were near Brill, or the farm!"