Ride into camp and tell the operator to wire swiftly for a physician to come out and attend to that man." "But you--" "I'm here, am I not!" smiled Reade.
"I should say you are, Mr.Reade!" came a hoarse, friendly roar from one of the laborers.
Hazelton did not delay.

He was soon speeding back over the desert.
As for Tom, there were many offers of assistance, but he explained that all he needed was to keep quiet and have a chance to get his breath back.
Payson, in the meantime, had started the work going again, though most of his men toiled with far less spirit than before the accident.
Ten minutes later Tom mounted his horse and rode slowly back toward camp.

By the time he reached there he made out the automobile of a Paloma physician coming in haste.
Tom was still weak enough to tremble as Harry stepped outside and helped him to the ground.
"Harry," Reade remarked dryly, "I'm not going to bother to thank you for such a simple little thing as saving my life out yonder.

I am well aware that you had the time of your life in doing it." "I might have had the time of my life," returned Harry, with an imitation of his chum's calmness, "if there had been more excitement about it.

It was all rather dull, wasn't it, old chap ?" Smiling, both stepped inside.