If they had been shivering
before, they were suffering from violent attacks of ague now.
"Whew! I'm freezing to death!" cried Phil.
"I feel like the North Pole on Christmas morning," added Teddy.
"I wish I was home, so I could thaw out behind the kitchen
stove."
"Brace up, Teddy. This is only the beginning of the fun. We
shall have worse experiences than this, late in the fall, when
the weather gets cool; that is, if they do not get enough of us
in the meantime and send us away."
"I--I wish they would send us home now."
"Come now; we've got to run again. We shall surely take our
death of cold, if we stand here much longer."
"Run? No, thank you. I've had one run."
"And you don't want another? Is that it?"
"Not I."
"Don't know as I blame you. Well, if you don't want to run, just
stand in one place and jump up and down. Whip your hands, and
you'll see how soon it will start your blood to circulating,"
advised Phil, who immediately proceeded to put his own theory
into execution. "That feel better?"
"Yes, some," replied Teddy, rather doubtfully. "But I could be
warmer. I wonder what time the cook tent will be up.
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