dose of my magic drops?"

"No, no, no, señor!" cried Juan, hastily moving away from Professor
Zepplin.

"Very well; any time when you feel a longing for strong drink, just
help yourself to the hot drops," said the Professor, striding away to
his tent, medicine case in hand.

The guide, a much chastened man, set about assisting in getting the
evening meal, but the hot drops still remained with him, making their
presence known by occasional hot twinges.

Supper that night was an enjoyable affair, though it was observed that
the guide did not eat heartily.

"Do you think he really had a pain?" asked Walter confidentially,
leaning toward Ned.

"Pain? No. He wanted something else."

"And he got it," added Stacy, nodding solemnly.

A chorus of "he dids" ran around the table, stopping only when they
reached Juan himself.

CHAPTER III

INDIANS!