They don't flourish where you find boys smoking cigarettes. Come
along! I'm going to show you how to step out right, and just how to
breathe like a human being. Let's try it."
Tom had almost to drag the boy, to make him start. But Reade
had no intention of hectoring the, dough-faced little fellow.
It was rough ground along this mountain trail in the Indian Smoke
Range of mountains, in Nevada. Soon the pulses of both began to beat
more heavily. Tom took in great breaths of the life-giving air, but
Alf was soon panting.
"Let's stop, now," proposed Tom, in a kindly voice. "After you've
rested a couple of minutes I'm going to show you how to breathe
right and fill your lungs with air."
Soon they were trying this most sensible "stunt." Alf, however,
didn't succeed very well. Whenever he tried hard it set him to
coughing.
"You see, it's mostly due to the cigarettes," said Tom gravely.
"Alf, you've simply got to turn over a new leaf. You're headed
just right to have consumption.
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