Sam groaned again; but endeavoring to conquer his malady, he sat up, and raised his swimming eyes. Mr. Royden took him by the shoulder, and helped him to his feet.
"What is the matter?" he demanded.
"Nothing, sir," said Sam. "I'm a little sick, that's all. I shall have to set down again."
He sank upon the turf, and groaned, with his face in the grass.
Father Brighthopes was expressing a great deal of sympathy for him, when Chester came and explained the mystery.
"He has been chewing tobacco," said he, with a cruel laugh. "I told him it would make him sick."
"You foolish fellow!" exclaimed Mr. Royden; "what did you do that for?"
"I only jest wanted to learn how," moaned Sam.
"Learn how!"
"'Cos all the men chew," added the boy, sitting up again, and burying his face in his hands, as the deathly feeling came over him once more.