"Ugh!" he uttered disgustedly.
"Don't spit it out," urged Tom. "It's the best thing possible to
take the place of a cigarette. Keep it in your mouth until it is
all dissolved."
Alf made a wry face, but knew he must obey Tom. So he stuck to
the pellet until the last of it had dissolved on his tongue. The
pellet was gone, but the taste wasn't.
"Ugh!" grunted the youngster.
"You said that before," urged Tom. "Try to be original. Want
another pellet?"
"No; I don't. I wouldn't touch one again!"
"Don't happen to want a cigarette, either, do you?"
"I don't want anything, now, but just to get that taste out of
my mouth," Alf uttered.
"All right; go over in the corner and keep quiet. Jim, do you
know anything about the 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.
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