CHAPTER XXIV

WHAT THE TIDAL WAVE CAST UP Tom was better in the morning. The girls had taken turns in watching beside his cot during the slow hours of the tropic night, while Chess, rolled in a blanket, lay just outside the half-open flap of the tent. Ruth chanced to be on duty when the unfortunate young man first came to himself, opened his eyes, and stared around him. He seized Ruth’s hand with a grip that hurt. “Ruth! Is it you?” he whispered. “Gee, this is the place!” “So you have been telling us, Tommy-boy,” said Ruth light…