He sat by her side now till seven o'clock. She only waked once and called for water.
She sat up in bed, but her eyes had a sparkle that Fred did not like.
"Are you ill, Toddie?"
"Oh, no; I'se not ill, oo know. Only dust feepy (sleepy); but, Fled, I didn't say my players. Will the Dood God be angry?"
There was a big lump in Fred's throat, and he did not dare to speak, only snuggled her up, and she slept once more.
All that day she lay like a wee dying bird, and it was indeed a long and a lonesome one to the boys. No more Crusoe now, no more Man Friday.
When sunset came again they went to the hill and lit the fire. Tip would not come. Like Toddie, he had eaten nothing all day; the spirit seemed clean gone out of him.
Neither Frank nor Fred could go to sleep to-night, so they brought the lamp down to the cabin and sat on the floor, whispering low when they talked at all, Fred holding Toddie's hot wee hand.
It almost broke the boys' hearts to hear the poor child raving in her delirium about her dolly-fish and the Johnnie whale, and calling for Daddy Pop.
"Oh, Frank!" said Fred at last, "Toddie's going to die to-night, I feel so sure, so sure!"