think."

"It'll cost you eighty cents, then. Ask me something easier. I don't
pretend to know how druggists do it, but they can always look right
through your clothes and count your money. Never knew it to fail!"

But it failed this time, or else the druggist counted wrong, for the
prescription was a dollar and Tim had to make up the balance. He
insisted on Don taking the first dose then and there, so that he could
get in another before bedtime, and Don meekly obeyed. After he had
swallowed it he begged a glass of soda water from the druggist to take
the taste out of his mouth, and the druggist, doubtless realising the
demands of the occasion, stood treat to them both. On the way back Tim
figured it that if they had only insisted on having ice-cream sodas they
would have reduced the price of the medicine to its rightful cost. Don,
though, firmly insisted that it was worth every cent of what he had paid
for it.

"No one," he said convincedly, "could get that much nastiness into a
small bottle for less than a dollar!"

CHAPTER XVII

DROPPED FROM THE TEAM

WHETHER owing to Danny Moore's tonic, the doctor's prescription or a
good night's rest, Don awoke the next morning feeling perfectly well
physically, and his first waking moments were cheered by the knowledge.
Then, however, recollection of the fact that physical well-being was
exactly what wasn't required under the circumstances brought quick
reaction, and he jumped out of bed to look at himself in the mirror
above his dresser in the hope of finding pale cheeks and hollow eyes and
similar evidences of impending dissolution. But Fate had played a sorry
trick on him! His cheeks were not in the least pale, nor were his eyes
sunken. In short, he looked particularly healthy, and if other evidence
of the fact was needed it was supplied by Tim. Tim, when Don turned
regretfully away from the glass, was sitting up and observing him with
pleased relief.

"Ata boy!" exclaimed Tim. "Feeling fine and dandy, aren't you? I guess
that medicine was cheap at the price, after all! You look about a
hundred per cent better than you did yesterday, Donald."

Don started to smile, caught himself in time and drew a long sigh. "You
can't always tell by a fellow's looks how he's really feeling," he
replied darkly.

"Oh, run away and play! What's the matter with you? You've got colour in
your face and look great."

"Too much colour, I'm afraid," said Don, shaking his head
pes