Once out in the keen air he began to
understand how much good his day's sleep had done him. He was
alive and strong again. Taking in deep breaths, he tramped along
the path over to the shaft ere he turned his steps toward the
cook shack.
"Come right in, Mr. Reade, and eat something," urged Cook Leon.
"This is the first time I've seen you in days. You must be hungry."
"There's a fellow ten times smarter than I who's looking after
Hazelton," spoke Tom cheerily, "so I believe I am hungry. Yes;
you may set me out a good supper."
"Who's the very smart man that's looking after your friend?" Leon
asked.
"Tim Walsh."
"Why, he's nothing but a miner!"
"You're wrong there, Leon. Walsh has been a soldier, and a hospital
corps man at that. He knows more about nursing in a minute than
I do in a month. Oh, why didn't I hear about Walsh earlier?"
Leon soon had a steaming hot supper on the table. First of all,
Reade swallowed a cupful of coffee. Then he began his supper.
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