Then he sat down, and presently
he began to recover from the worst of his fright.
When his hour was up, Tom Reade went back to the other shack.
Harry was awake, and feeling rather comfortable under big Walsh's
ministrations.
Soon after nine that night, the camp lay wrapped in slumber, save
in the partner's shack, where the shaded light burned. Tim Walsh
was still on duty, while Tom sat half dozing in a chair.
For the first time in days the young chief engineer was fairly
contented in mind. He now believed that his chum would surely
recover.
Had Tom been outside, hidden and keeping alert watch over the
surroundings, his content would have vanished into action.
In the deep darkness of the night, Dolph Gage glided about on
the firm snow crust at the further side of the mine shaft. With
him, looking more like two evil shadows or spectres, were his
two remaining companions.
Most of the time since they had been seen last, Gage and his
confederates had been within a mile or so of Reade's camp.
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