His pulse was not quick, but he complained of pains in every limb.

Dr.Balsam came over to see him, but could find nothing serious the matter.

He, however, advised Rhodes to leave him behind.

So, Ferdy stayed at Squire Rawson's all the time that the party was in the mountains.

But he wrote his father that he was studying.
During the time that Rhodes's party was in the mountains Squire Rawson rode about with them examining lands, inspecting coal-beds, and adding much to the success of the undertaking.
He appeared to be interested mainly in hunting up cattle, and after he had introduced the engineers and secured the tardy consent of the landowners for them to make a survey, he would spend hours haggling over a few head of mountain cattle, or riding around through the mountains looking for others.
Many a farmer who met the first advances of the stranger with stony opposition yielded amicably enough after old Rawson had spent an hour or two looking at his "cattle," or had conversed with him and his weather-beaten wife about the "craps" and the "child'en." "You are a miracle!" declared young Rhodes, with sincere admiration.
"How do you manage it ?" The old countryman accepted the compliment with becoming modesty.
"Oh, no; ain't no miracle about it.