"Now, put some of that stuff on Mr. Carson's hands," commanded Tabitha, who had watched the proceedings with interest, holding bandages and passing ointments under the physician's directions. "His are all scorched, too."
"How are your own?" someone asked her, noticing how drawn and white her face was in the lurid glare.
"I did that making candy last evening," she answered, displaying her blistered fingers, now raw and sore. "I forgot all about them."
Overcome by excitement, weariness and pain, she let the doctor gather her in his strong arms, and the proud citizens of Silver Bow bore their little heroine triumphantly home.
CHAPTER XII
DR. VANE HAS A VISITOR
By the next morning Tabitha had fully recovered from her terrible night's experience, but it was days before the old hermit awoke to consciousness to find himself lying in a white bed in the Miners' Hospital of Silver Bow with Dr. Vane bending over him and a motherly woman in white cap and apron moving about the room.
"Where am I?" he asked faintly.
"In the Silver Bow Hospital," answered the doctor.