"Good boy!" By eight o'clock all hands were astir.
"Are we going to get any breakfast to-day ?" asked the tramp known as Joe.
"Yes," nodded Dick, choking back the temptation to say something caustic.
By nine o'clock the meal had been eaten.

The stove now made the tent so hot that Mr.Hinman's cot had to be moved to the farther end and the tent flaps thrown open to admit cooler air.
Greg had attended to feeding both of the horses, which had gotten through the dismal night without very much discomfort.
Now Dick went down to look at the road.
"I'm going to mount our horse, bareback, and keep straight on up the road," he announced, coming back.

"I will not have to go very far before I find a physician." "No, you're not going, either," broke in the boss tramp.

"I am going." "But, see here, I can't very well let a stranger like you go off with our horse," Dick objected smilingly.
"You don't have to," retorted the other.

"I'll go on foot, and I'll make the trip as fast as I can, too.