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This was done, and the patient continued steadily to improve. His

vigorous constitution, helped by the healthy, clean, outdoor life

he had led, stood him in good stead. Day by day he renewed the

blood he had lost. Soon he was eating prodigious dinners, and

between meals was drinking milk with an egg beaten in it.

On a sunny forenoon, when he lay in the big window of the living

room, reading a magazine, Arlie entered, a newspaper in her hand.

Her eyes were strangely bright, even for her, and she had a

manner of repressed excitement, Her face was almost colorless.

"Here's some more in the Avalanche about our adventure near

Gimlet Butte," she told him, waving the paper.

"Nothing like keeping in the public eye," said Steve, grinning.

"I don't reckon our little picnic at Bald Knob is likely to get

in the Avalanche, though. It probably hasn't any correspondent at

Lost Valley. Anyhow, I'm hoping not."