"There's something the matter with me," Jimmie announced as the lads were once more upon the street. "I have a funny feeling!"
"Possibly you are upset by the different drinking water," Ned suggested anxiously. "I hope you are not going to be ill!"
"Are you feverish, Jimmie?" inquired Jack. "You look all right!"
"No," responded the lad with a twinkle in his eye, "I think I have a cold. You remember the old saying: Feed a cold and starve a fever!' I'm quite sure I have a bad cold and want to take treatment!"
"Again?" queried Harry, laughing. "Jimmie, you've got a chronic case of semi-starvation. I believe you could eat in your sleep!"
"You're right, Harry," agreed Jimmie. "I'm a healthy young chap and besides I do the thinking for the whole party. It takes considerable nourishment to keep my thinking machine in working order."
"In that case," laughingly responded Ned, "we may as well go along with you to a restaurant and see that you don't overdo the matter. You might diagnose your case as pneumonia instead of a simple cold!"
"Where can we find a place open at this time, Francois?" asked Jack, who was walking beside their newly found friend.
"There are none in this section," replied Francois. "We may find some still open in another quarter, although the locality is not of the best. I will show you the way if you like."
"Lead on, Scout," urged Jimmie. "We'll follow you!"