"He's coming around!" cried the eccentric man. "I guess he'll
be all right, Koku."

"Koku glad," said the giant simply, for he loved Tom with a
deep devotion.

"Yes, Koku, if it hadn't been for you, though, I don't believe
that he would be alive. That was powerful gas, and a few seconds
more in there might have meant the end of Tom. I didn't see him
lying on the floor, until after you rushed in. Bless my
thermometer! It is very strange."

They gave Tom more medicine, rubbed his arms and legs, and held
ammonia under his nose. Slowly he opened his eyes, and in a faint
voice asked:

"Where--am--I?"

"In your own house," replied Mr. Damon, cheerfully. "How do you
feel?"

"I'm--all--right--now," said Tom slowly. He, felt his strength
coming gradually back, and he remembered what had happened,
though he did not yet know how he had been saved. The doctor came
in at this moment, with a small medical battery, which completed
the restorative work begun by the others. Soon Tom could sit up,
though he was still weak and rather sick.

"Who brought me out?" he asked, when he had briefly told how
the accident occurred.