"Well?" answered Dan.
"Who's going to do your cookin'?"
"We are."
"Wow! You won't all live to tell the tale, then. Got any medicines with you?"
"There, I knew we'd forgotten something," declared Tom Reade solemnly. "S'posing any of us should get sick?"
"We'll make up our minds that we're not going to," replied Dave. "Fellows camping out in winter haven't any right to get sick."
"Still, we might. Might have colds, especially," remarked Dick thoughtfully. "Oh, I say, Joe! Haul up, quick!"
Dick was standing up, using his arms to signal an automobile that was coming toward them.
"Well, who's sick?" smiled Dr. Bentley, stopping his auto.
"Doctor, I have six free patients here for you," Dick announced solemnly.