"The water's running out of the road, or drying off, pretty fast" Hazelton reported on his return. "Still, a doctor would have a hard job getting over the road as yet."
"Did you see anyone trying to get over the road with a vehicle?"
Reade inquired.
"Not a soul or a wheel," Harry answered. "As far as travel goes the road might as well be a strip of the Sahara Desert."
Reuben Hinman's breathing was so labored that it disturbed the watchers a good deal.
"We're doing all we can for you, and we'll get better care for you, just as soon as we can," Tom explained, resting a hand on the fever-flushed face.
"I know," wheezed the old man painfully. "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.