"No."
"Don't feel that you're marked for pneumonia?"
"What are you driving at Furlong?" Greg called back.
"Come along over, if you can brave the storm!" called yearling
Furlong. "You and the rest."
"Shall we go over, Dick?" asked Greg, turning around.
"Yes; why not? If nothing else, we'll leave Anstey in peace for his big sleep. Duck out. I'll be on your heels."
The flap across the way was thrown open hospitably as Greg entered, followed by Cadet Prescott.
"Where's old Mason and Dixon?" demanded Furlong, alluding to the fact that Anstey was a Virginian.
"He has turned in for a big sleep," Greg informed their hosts.
"Great!" chuckled Furlong. "Let's peep in and throw a bucket of water over him. He'll wake up and think the tent is leaking."