"But you're older'n me."
"Not so much, as years go," Tom rejoined. "For that matter, if
you go on with your cigarettes you'll be an old man before I get
through with being a young man. Fill up your chest, Alf; expand
it---like this."
As he expanded his chest Reade looked a good deal more like some
Greek god of old than a twentieth century civil engineer.
Alf puffed and squirmed in his efforts to show "some chest."
"That isn't the right way," Tom informed him. "Breathe deeply
and steadily. Draw in your stomach and expand your chest. Fill
up the upper part of your lungs with air. Watch! Right here
at the top of the chest."
Alf watched. For that matter he seemed unable to remove his gaze
from the splendid chest development that young Reade displayed
so easily. Then the boy tried to fill the upper portions of his
own lungs in the same manner. The attempt ended in a spasm of
coughing.
"Fine, isn't it?" queried Tom Reade, scornfully. "The upper parts
of your lungs are affected already, and you'll carry the work
of destruction on rapidly.
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