“Idon’tknow，“answeredAlan，withashiver。“IbelievethatIamfeverproof，butotherwiseIshouldhavecaughtitlastnight，and——
justgivemethequinine，Iwilltakefivegrainsforluck。“
“Yes，yes，forluck，“answeredJeekieasheopenedthemedicinechestandfoundthequinine，atthesametimeglancinganxiouslyoutofthecornerofhiseyeathismaster’sface，forheknewthatthespotwheretheyhadsleptwasdeadlytowhitemenatthisseasonoftheyear。“Younotcatchfever，LittleBonsa，“herehedroppedhisvoiceandlookeddownattheboxwhichhadservedAlanforapillow，“seetothat。Butquininegiveyouappetiteforbreakfast。Verygoodchopthismorning。Whichyoulikebest？Coldven’son，orfish，oroneofthemducksyoushootyesterday？“
“Oh！someofthecoldmeat，Ithink。Givetheduckstotheboatmen，I
don’tfancytheminthishotplace。Bytheway，Jeekie，weleavetheQuaRiverhere，don’twe？“