"Doc, I'm looking for the place where the ice cream flows," Reade
hinted. "Can I tempt you?"

"Without half trying," laughed Dr. Furniss the young physician who had
gone out to camp to attend the Man-killer victim.

As they were seated together over their ice cream, Dr. Furniss inquired:

"By the way, do you ever see my one-time patient nowadays?"

"The fellow we exhumed from the Man-killer?"

"The same."

"I see him every morning," laughed Tom. "Really, I can't help seeing
him, for the man puts himself in my way daily to say good morning. And
as yet I haven't learned his name."

"His name is Tim Griggs," replied Dr. Furniss. "He's a fine fellow,
too, in his rough, manly way. He's wonderfully grateful to you, Reade.
Do you know why?"

"Haven't an idea."

"Well, Tim's sheet anchor in life is a little girl."

"Sweetheart?"

"After a fashion," laughed the young doctor. "The girl is his daughter,
eight years old. She's everything to Tim, for his wife is dead. The