The fellow
was nearly dead, when found, from careless handling of his wound.
At Dugout the surgeons amputated his wounded leg, and Eb finally
wound up in prison.
During all the excitement Hazelton had not been aroused. He knew
nothing of what had happened until morning came.
Before Tom Reade turned in that night he shook hands with the
sullen cook.
"I think you and I are going to be good friends, after this, Leon,"
Tom smiled. "I hope so, anyway."
"And I'm glad you gave me back my gun," grunted Leon. "It gave
me a chance to do something for you. Yes; I reckon we'll be good
friends after this."
CHAPTER XVII
THE MINERS WHO "STUCK"
"Hey, Tom!" Harry called down, from the top of their shaft, now
one hundred and thirty feet down into the ground.
"Yes!" Reade answered from below, making a trumpet of his hands.
"Doing anything?" Harry bawled.
"Not much. Why?"
"If you want to come up I'll show you something."
"What?"
"The first snow of winter is falling.
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