Mr.Blaisdell's life is at stake.
Rustle!" The man so ordered scowled, but he rose, went over and saddled a pony and rode out of camp.
"That part is attended to," sighed Tom.

"Hang it, I wish we could get hold of some ice.

I don't know much, but I do know that ice is needed in high fevers.

I wonder if anyone here knows where ice can be had?
By Jove, there's Peter! He knows more about this country than anyone else around here." It was now within an hour of the time when the engineer parties might be expected hack into camp.

Reade, however, was not of the sort to lose an hour needlessly.
Tom had just caught sight of Bad Pete as the latter stepped through a little gully an eighth of a mile below the trail and vanished into some green brush.
"I'll run after him," Tom decided.