about his sprained ankle, and, following Doctor Kane's directions,
she lost no time in the preparation of hot and cold applications
and bandages. Ralph was sent to bed as soon as he had modestly
related his adventures, and had drunk a hot milk-punch (which
he declared was "nasty") in order to offset any chill which he
might have contracted by sleeping out in the open.

"As if I weren't used to sleeping practically in the open, every
night of the year!" he complained to Sherwood, as he slid down
between the sheets, which his mother had carefully warmed.

"Do as you're told, and don't grumble, old top!" laughingly replied
Tom. "Hope your wounds and sprains and bruises and so forth will
be much better tomor-----I mean, later in the day. It's 2 A.M. now.
Good night!"

"Good night! I'll see you later."

It was arranged that Doctor Kane, Tom, and the boys should spend the
remainder of the night there; Mrs. Kenyon would not hear of any one
of them going over to Tom's house at that hour. So the doctor
retired to the spare bedroom, Sherwood and Arthur occupied a broad
couch or divan in the little parlor, where Tom Walsh and his
young cousin slept even more comfortably on an extra mattress
on the floor. Everyone was in good spirits, although tired and
very sleepy; and the sun was high in the heavens before any one
of that household awoke.

Anyone? No, not quite; for, with characteristic thoughtfulness,
Tom Walsh, waking earlier than the others, stole quietly out into