e use of the medicines in this chest?"

"Not a blessed thing," Ferrers replied regretfully. "I never
took as much as a pinhead of medicine in my life."

"But Harry must have something," Tom insisted. "We can't let
him lie there and die."

It was one of those ready-made medicine chests that are sold to
campers and others who must live at a considerable distance from
medical aid. Finding a small book of instructions in the chest,
Tom moved over under the strong light and settled himself to read
thoughtfully.

Harry tossed restlessly, unmindful of what was going on around
him. His heavy, rapid breathing filled the place. Once in a
while he moaned slightly, every sound of this kind going through
Tom like a knife.

A particularly deep moan caused Tom to shiver and close the book.
He went over and felt Harry's hot, drier skin.

"Jim," he directed, "I'm sure that, somehow, we should force the
perspiration through his dry, parched skin. Take some of the
blankets out of my bunk and spread them over Harry."

"It'll make his fever worse, won't it?"

"I'm sure I don't know," Tom admitted helplessly. "We'd better
try it for a while, anyway."

Then Tom stood looking down at the flushed face of his chum, muttering
below his breath:

"Harry, old fellow, I wish your mother were here. She'd know
just what to do. And for your mother's sake, as well as my own,
I've just got to blunder into something that will cure you."

Heaving a sigh, Tom went back under the lamp to read with blurted
eyes.

At last he struck a paragraph that he thought bore on the case in
hand. He read eagerly, praying for light.

"I've got it, at last," he announced, moving over to the bunk, beside
which Ferrers stood.

"Got what?" asked Jim.

"I believe I'm on the track of the right stuff to give poor old Harry."

"What's the name of the stuff you're going to give harry"

"There are three medicines mentioned here," replied Reade, holding
up the book. "They're all to be given."

"_Three_ medicines!" gasped Jim. "By the great Custer three are
enough to kill a horse!"

"I'm going to try 'em," sighed Tom stolidly. "The poor fellow will
die if nothing is done for him."

"Wouldn't it be better," suggested Ferrers, hopelessly, "to try
one medicine on the lad and then wait ten minutes. Then, if that
doesn't work, try one of the others on him! If that doesn't work
then you know that the third kind of stuff is the right sort of
bracer.