“I’m afraid the shock and exposure and everything has just about done him up,” said Jeff to Buck.
“I don’t like to see him have chills that way. Looks bad to me. But we won’t call the Doctor unless he doesn’t show up for supper,” said Jeff.
Both boys went to their rooms and made themselves ready for the evening meal. Wade Grenville burst into the room, late as usual, and began to tumble into clean clothes.
“How’s Pell?” he asked, between splashes in the wash basin in the corner of the room. “Get him to his room all right?”
“Yes, we got him there all right without any one seeing us, but I think he’s a mighty sick kid. If he don’t show up for supper we’ll have to call Dr. Stout,” said Jeff.
“Oh, nonsense; he’s a tough little rooster. He’ll show up, all right. There goes the bell. Jiminy. Wait up, Jeff, till I put on my collar.”
Both boys made a wild, last minute dash down the hall toward the dining room, only to almost bump into Dr. Livingston at the dining room door.
“Well, what’s the matter. Can’t you fellows shave time just a little closer than this?” asked the Headmaster sarcastically, the humor of which was not lost on both of them.
But as they stepped inside the big room, the door opened behind them and Pell walked in. Dr. Livingston turned to see who the late comer was.