Before they had proceeded further, however, the question decided itself.
CHAPTER XVIII.
THE GREETING.
On the fishing excursion the day before, David had taken cold, and was awake with toothache half the night.
He did not arouse his friend, however, and it was not till daylight that Joe discovered his condition.
"I'll go over to Mr. Bernard's tent and get something to stop it. Why didn't you call me before?" asked Joe, dressing as quickly as possible.
"Oh, I didn't like, you were so sound asleep. Besides, I kept thinking it would get easier; but it aches now worse than ever."
"I'll go over immediately," said Joe, pulling on his boots. "Mr. Bernard keeps a lot of stuff in his tent, and I guess he'll find something to help you."
"Likely as not he will offer to come over with his nippers to pull the thing out, but tell him, 'No, thank you.'"
"Good-bye, old fellow; I'm off. Keep your head under the blanket."