Dunc and Amos and the Red Tattoos Read Free Page A

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    “This will never work. It isn’t logical. This guy’s a doctor. He knows when people are sick. They teach you that stuff in doctor school.”
    “Trust me, Amos. This will work. Besides, you’re not supposed to be sick sick. Just a little sick. Come on.”
    Amos walked slowly down the hill. “Why do I have to be the sick one? Why can’t I be the concerned friend?”
    Dunc turned and put both hands on Amos’s shoulders. “I can’t be the sick one because I look too healthy. You know, pink cheeks, good color. You, on the other hand, are pale, thin, and kindof yellow, and your face looks like it was hit by a train.”
    “Yellow? I’m yellow? I look that bad?” Amos put his hand to his forehead. “Come to think of it, I haven’t felt so hot lately. I think I’ve got a fever. Maybe I do need a doctor.”
    Dunc tried to hide a smile. “Come with me, Amos. I’m sure he can fix you right up.”
    They stopped at the door in front of the infirmary.
    Dunc whispered, “Now, don’t forget. You stay sick until I get a chance to look everything in here over for clues.”
    By this time, Amos was holding one hand on his forehead and the other on his stomach. “I don’t see that as a problem.”
    Dunc opened the door and poked his head in. Dr. Stevens and Adolf were shaking hands. Adolf took a step back when he saw the boys and growled at them.
    “What are you two doing here? You should be with your activity leader. Failure to stay with your activity leader is five demerits!”
    Dunc quickly pulled Amos inside the office.“My friend here doesn’t feel well. Could you take a look at him, Doctor?”
    Adolf headed toward the door. “We’ll discuss this later.”
    Dr. Stevens was a small, thin man. He wore a white coat, and his round wire glasses kept sliding down his long nose.
    “Help your friend up onto the table. I’ll just wash my hands.”
    Amos started moaning. Kind of a low, sick animal moan.
    “Don’t overact,” Dunc whispered.
    “Who’s acting?”
    The infirmary was a small building. The examining station was on one side, and the other side was used to store medical supplies. Small white boxes with red markings were stacked halfway to the ceiling.
    Dunc began to look around the room. There was a license to practice medicine hanging on the wall. A large oak desk sat in the corner with papers piled on it.
    “I don’t feel so good, Doc. I think it was something I ate.” Amos moaned.
    Dr. Stevens shook the thermometer. “It usually is.”
    While the doctor was busy examining Amos, Dunc edged around to the desk. The paper on top of the pile said something about a delivery date in Mexico. Dunc frowned, thinking, I wonder what a doctor from here would be delivering all the way to Mexico?
    “Hey!”
    A loud voice startled him. He jumped back and landed on the doctor’s black patent-leather shoes.
    “My desk is off limits, son. Come over here to the waiting area and have a seat.” The doctor pointed at a chair.
    “Do you know what’s wrong with him, Doctor? Is it serious?” Dunc eased into the chair.
    The doctor studied Dunc’s face a few moments before answering. “Your friend doesn’t have a temperature. I can’t really find anything wrong with him.”
    He handed Amos a slip of paper. “Take this to your cabin counselor. It gives you permission to lie down until you feel better.”
    Amos sat up and smiled weakly. “Thanks, Doc. I’ll let you know if I make it.”
    Outside the door Dunc said, “Wait here. I need to check on something.”
    Amos leaned against the building for support. “Deserted in my hour of need.”
    Dunc crawled under the window and inched up so that he could see inside. “Aha! Just what I thought.”
    “What? What’s going on?”
    Dunc crawled away from the window. “Dr. Stevens is hiding the evidence. I saw some kind of shipping order for Mexico on his desk. He must have been worried about it. He practically ran to the