"Humph!" growled Hazelton, as soon as he saw his chum's unconcern. Then
he went outside to finish his tramp.
It was toward the close of the afternoon when Mr. Ellsworth returned.
Harry was out of sight as the general manager stepped directly into the
office.
"Reade," he began. Deep breathing from the corner greeted him. General
Manager Ellsworth gazed down at the sleeping form, and a new light of
admiration dawned in his eyes.
"So that's the young man whom they're talking of shooting, poisoning or
blowing into the next world with dynamite?" he thought. "A lot this
young man appears to think about his enemies! There's real courage in
this young man. Reade, wake up--if you can spare the time."
Tom opened his eyes, rubbed them, then sat up, next springing to his
feet.
"Not having any real work to do makes me sleepy," laughed Tom good-
naturedly. "I trust you didn't have to call me many times, Mr.
Ellsworth?"
The general manager held out his hand.
"Reade, I've just learned in town what a plucky thing you did, and how
coolly you went through it all.
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