However, Hazelton was not satisfied with that. He slipped out,
crossed camp and stealthily peeped inside of the tent. Then
Hazelton slipped back to Mr. Thurston to report.

"If Tom doesn't swallow some of those big snores of his, and choke
to death, I think he'll get well," said Harry, with a laugh that
testified to the great relief that had come to his feelings. With
that all hands had to be content for the time being.




CHAPTER VIII

'GENE BLACK, TROUBLE-MAKER


In the morning Tom Reade declared that he was all right. The
old Indian squaw had pronounced him safe, and had gone on her way.

"You'll stay in camp today, Reade," announced Mr. Thurston, dropping
into the mess tent.

"With all the work there is ahead of us, sir?" cried Reade aghast.

"That's why you'll stay," nodded Mr Thurston. "Your life has
been saved, but after the shock you had yesterday you're not as
strong as you may feel. One day of good rest in camp will fit
you for what's ahead of us in the days to come. The strain of