"Here, you people--stand back!" roared Tom, elbowing his way along.
"Dr. Furniss and his patients want room and air. Stand back!"
"It's Reade!" yelled a dozen men in delight.
"Well, what of it?" asked Tom coolly, as he followed Furniss. "Was
there anyone here who expected that I'd be lost?"
"Hurrah! Where's Hazelton?"
"Who wants me?" demanded the other unrecognizable, smoke-blackened
figure.
"They're both safe!"
"Oh--cut it out," begged Tom good-humoredly. "You can't lose an
engineer or even kill him. Doc, what's the report?"
"All three are alive," replied Dr. Furniss, "but they'll need care and
nursing. Here, help me place them in my car. Someone get in and ride
with me--I'll need help. You, Reade!"
"No," responded Tom with emphasis, as he looked down at his discolored
self. "If the lady saw me when she opened her eyes, she'd faint again.
I'd scare the kiddies into convulsions. A bath for me!"
A man from the crowd quickly stepped into the tonneau of the car, ready
to care for the woman and her children while the physician drove his car
home.
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