DAYS OF PLEASURE
"Sam! Sam! Speak to us!"
It was Dick who uttered the words, as he knelt beside his youngest brother and caught his hands. Tom was just staggering up.
But Sam was past speaking, and made no reply.
"What's the matter, Dick?" asked Tom.
"Poor Sam is knocked out completely. I don't know but what they have killed him."
"Oh, don't say that!"
"Have you got a match? I've lost that electric pocket light."
"Yes." Tom struck the match and lit a bit of pine wood that was handy, and found the light. "Dick, don't tell me he is dead."
"Oh!" came in a deep gasp from poor Sam, and he gave a shiver from head to feet.