CHAPTER XXII

WHAT HAPPENED TO TOM “I’m all right,” Tom Cameron protested for the second time. “My legs are still sort of wabbly from being tied up so long, but otherwise there’s nothing the matter with me.” Chess Copley and Jack Markham had helped him up the ladder from the cellar where he had been held prisoner. They had seated him near the open window of the hut. Ruth still clung tightly to his hand, as though she were afraid he would again disappear should she take her eyes from him. “That air’s good!” Tom breathed deeply. “…