"Should think you would he. What on earth have you got your clothes off for?"
They discovered that something was the matter then, for an expression of real pain had taken the place of the complacent look they were wont to see on the face of Stacy Brown.
"He's been boiling himself!" exclaimed the guide, with quick intuition.
Grasping the fat boy, Parry threw him flat on the ground and began rolling him in the sand. Stacy yelled more lustily than before.
"Run to my saddlebags. Fetch the black bottle you will find there!" commanded the guide. "It's oil, yes. Hurry, before his skin all peels off."
Tad was back with the black bottle in no time. Tom Parry spread the oil over the blistered flesh of the fat boy, whose yells grew less and less explosive as he felt the soothing effects of the grease on his body.
"Wha—what happened?" stammered Walter.
"I—I fell in."
"In where?" questioned the Professor sharply.
"I don't know. It was hot."