"He's too weak to go at the grub like that," George advised, turning on the light. "We'll have to be careful!"
But Bert was not unconscious again. He was only sleeping.
"I'd like to know what brought him out of that trance," remarked George as the boys sat regarding the youngster with inquiring eyes.
"I don't know any more about it than you do," answered Sandy, "but, if you'll leave it to me, setting the stomach to work put the blood in circulation, and that swept the cobwebs out of his brain."
"Sounds all right, but I don't believe it!" replied George.
The day passed slowly. Bert slept continuously until George's watch told him that it was nearly four o'clock in the afternoon. Then he opened his eyes for a few moments, finished the rest of the sandwich and went to sleep again.
"Weak as a cat!" exclaimed Sandy.
The boy had scarcely closed his eyes when Cameron's voice was heard at the entrance.
"Are you boys ready to write that note?" he asked.
"Come in here a minute," requested Sandy. "I want to get a good poke at that ugly mug of yours!"