Then he returned to the house, to find that the icy torrent in Paul's blood had now become hot.
"I can't stand this, Henry," he said.

"We've got the door and window closed and a big fire burning, and I'm just roasting hot." "Only a little while longer," said Henry.

"The truth is, Paul, you've had a big chill, and now the fever's come on you.

But I'm Dr.Ware, and I'm going to cure you.

When I was up there among the Indians, I learned their herb remedies, and mighty good some of 'em are, too.