CHAPTER XIII.
BLACK TURNS OTHER COLORS Through the night Tom Reade managed to get some sound sleep.
Had he been less exhausted physically the excitement caused by his sudden and dizzying promotion might have interfered with his rest.

As it was, he slept like a log, though, by his own orders, he was called twice in the night to be informed as to the condition of the two sick men.
In the morning a male nurse for whom Dr.Gitney had arranged arrived in camp.

Thereafter the physician had a little opportunity for rest.
Mr.Thurston reached the delirium stage in his illness that forenoon.
"Reade, I don't feel like going out this morning," announced 'Gene Black, approaching the young head of the camp after early breakfast.
"What's the matter ?" Tom asked pleasantly.
"I have rather a bad headache," complained Black.
"That's a woman's complaint," smiled Tom.
"Just the same, I'm not fit for duty," retorted Black rather testily.
"I hope I'm not going to come down with the fever, but I can't be sure." "You'd better stay in camp, then," nodded Reade.

"Don't go out into the field again until you feel like work." "Humph! He takes it easily enough," grunted Black to himself as the young chief strode away to confer with Butter.

"I wonder if the cub suspects the game I'm playing here?
Oh, pshaw! Of course he doesn't suspect.