It was well for Ken that he had a native like Pepe with him. For Pepe knew just what to do. First he dashed a bucket of cold water over Ken. How welcome that was!
"Pepe says for you to point out the ticks that 're biting the hardest," said George.
In spite of his pain Ken stared in mute surprise.
"Pepe wants you to point out the ticks that are digging in the deepest," explained George. "Get a move on, now."
"What!" roared Ken, glaring at Pepe and George. He thought even the native might be having fun with him. And for Ken this was not a funny time.
But Pepe was in dead earnest.
"Say, it's impossible to tell where I'm being bitten most! It's all over!" protested Ken.
Still he discovered that by absolute concentration on the pain he was enduring he was able to locate the severest points. And that showed him the soundness of Pepe's advice.
"Here--this one--here--there.... Oh! here," began Ken, indicating certain ticks.
"Not so fast, now," interrupted the imperturbable George, as he and Pepe set to work upon Ken.