“I believe I'll take a walk. Probably, too, the ice cream man will be richer when I get back.”
Tom went down into the street and sauntered along. He had walked but a few blocks when he met another young man in white ducks.
“Doc, I'm looking for the place where the ice cream flows,” Reade hinted. “Can I tempt you?”
“Without half trying,” laughed Dr. Furniss the young physician who had gone out to camp to attend the Man-killer victim.
As they were seated together over their ice cream, Dr. Furniss inquired:
“By the way, do you ever see my one-time patient nowadays?”
“The fellow we exhumed from the Man-killer?”
“The same.”
“I see him every morning,” laughed Tom. “Really, I can't help seeing him, for the man puts himself in my way daily to say good morning. And as yet I haven't learned his name.”
“His name is Tim Griggs,” replied Dr. Furniss. “He's a fine fellow, too, in his rough, manly way. He's wonderfully grateful to you, Reade. Do you know why?”