“Never mind that, have some more,” replied Jack. “Feel better now?”
“I don’t know,” moaned Hal, as Bee laid his head down again. “You’ve scalded—my throat horribly.”
Hal had rather a hard time of it for another quarter of an hour, during which the others sat beside him and shivered in the cold blasts that crept under the tent. Jack piled all the clothing he could find on Hal’s bed and at last the latter fell off to sleep.
Jack stretched his arms, yawning and shivering. “There, he’s all right, I guess. Let’s get to bed. My, but it’s cold!”
“Isn’t it? My feet are like chunks of ice. I had a stomach ache myself when you woke me up, but I guess I worked it off. No more trained clams for me, Jack!”
CHAPTER XXI
“Schooner Ashore!”
They awoke the next morning with the crash of the surf in their ears, a northeasterly gale blowing around the side of the hill and a leaden, cloudy sky overhead. The Crystal Spring was rocking to and fro at the mouth of the river and Jack viewed her anxiously as he dressed shiveringly in the tent. Hal arose rather pale and heavy-eyed, but not much the worse for his over-indulgence in baked clams, and viewed the depressing outlook distastefully. But after a hearty breakfast, which they had to eat inside the tent because of the wind, they all felt more cheerful. Hal was for going back to Greenhaven, but Jack refused to make the trip.