"That's what I get for losing the mosquito-netting," said Ken, wearily.
Breakfast was not a cheerful meal, despite the fact that the boys all tried to brace up.
George's condition showed Ken the necessity for renewed efforts to get out of the jungle. Pepe appeared heavy and slow, and, what was more alarming, he had lost his appetite. Hal was cross, but seemed to keep well. It was hard enough for Ken to persuade George and Pepe to take the bitter doses of quinine, and Hal positively refused.
"It makes me sick, I tell you," said Hal, impatiently.
"But Hal, you ought to be guided by my judgment now," replied Ken, gently.
"I don't care. I've had enough of bitter pills."
"I ask you--as a favor?" persisted Ken, quietly.
"No!"
"Well, then, I'll have to make you take them."
"Wha-at?" roared Hal.