Philip grimly took his pulse and met Diane's sympathetic glance with one of honest indignation.
"Diane," he said in a low voice, "he is tricking you into sympathy merely for the comfort of your camp. Twice now his fainting has been attended by an absolutely normal pulse. Let Ras and Johnny carry him back to his rumpus machine and I'll drive him to the inn."
"You'll do nothing of the sort!" exclaimed the girl with flaming color. "Why are you so suspicious?"
Philip sighed.