“Relapse? What in the world? Are you crazy? I ain't sick.”
“That's good. I must have misunderstood you. Pleasant morning, isn't it?
“Pleasant morn—Why, say! I—I—what in time are you doin', layin' there all soaked through? You scared me pretty nigh to death. I thought you was drowned, sure and sartin.”
“Did you? Well, to be honest, so did I, for a while. In fact, I'm not absolutely sure that I'm not, even yet. You'll excuse me if I lie down again, won't you? I never tried a seaweed pillow before, but it isn't so bad.”
He again stretched himself on the sand. Seth shook his head.
“Well, if this don't beat me!” he exclaimed. “You're the coolest critter that ever I—I—”
“I am cool,” admitted the young man, with a slight shiver. “This stretch of ocean here isn't exactly a Turkish bath. I've been swimming since—well, an hour or two ago, and I am just a little chilled.”
He shivered again.
“Swimmin'! An hour or two? Where on earth did you come from?”
“Oh, I fell overboard from a steamer off here somewhere. I—”