andt back, but they could not
well leave him alone. He went. He had kept time with fair
regularity--calomel, rhubarb; calomel, rhubarb; calomel, rhubarb,
squills--but Rolf's remarks had sunk into his intelligence, as a
red-hot shot will sink through shingles, letting in light and creating
revolution.

This was a rhubarb morning. He drank his potion, then, carefully
stoppering the bottle, he placed it with its companions in a box and
stowed that near the middle of the canoe. "I'll be glad when it's
finished," he said reflectively; "I don't believe I need it now. I wish
sometimes I could run short of it all."

That was what Rolf had been hoping for. Without such a remark, he would
not have dared do as he did. He threw the tent cover over the canoe
amidships, causing the unstable craft to cant: "That won't do," he
remarked, and took out several articles, including the medicine chest,
put them ashore under the bushes, and, when he replaced them, contrived
that the medicine should be forgotten.

Next morning Van Cortlandt, rising to prepare his calomel, got a shock
to find it not.

"It strikes me," says Rolf, "the last time I saw that, it was on the
bank when we trimmed the canoe." Yes, there could be no doubt of it.
Van must live his life in utter druglessness for a time. It gave him
somewhat of a scare, much like that a young swimmer gets when he finds
he has drifted away from his floats; and, like that same beginner, it
braced him to help himself. So Van found that he could swim without
corks.

They made a rapid journey down, and in a week they were back with the
load.

There was the potion chest where they had left it. Van Cortlandt
picked it up with a sheepish smile, and they sat down for evening meal.
Presently Rolf said: "I mind once I seen three little hawks in a nest
together. The mother was teaching them to fly. Two of them started off
all right, and pretty soon were scooting among the treetops. The other
was scared. He says: 'No, mother, I never did fly, and I'm scared I'd
get killed if I tried.' At last the mother got mad and shoved him over.
As soon as he felt he was gone, he spread out his wings to save himself.
The wings were all right enough, and long before he struck the ground,
he was flying."

Chapter 61. Rolf Learns Something from Van

A man can't handle his own case, any more than a delirious
doctor kin give himself the right physic.--Saying of Si
Sylvanne.

However super