They were doctored and put to bed.
"Did you see my friends at Holy Cross?" the Boy asked Potts when he brought him a bowl of hot bean-soup.
"You don't suppose we got as far as Holy Cross, with the wind—"
"Well, where did you get to? Where you been?"
"Second native village above."
"Why, that isn't more'n sixteen miles."
"Sixteen miles too far."
Potts breathed long and deep between hot and comforting swallows.
"Where's the Boy's sled?" said the Colonel, coming in hurriedly.
"We cached it," answered Potts feebly.