He awoke to find himself scrambling up from the ground.
Tom had his eyes open in time to see Harry Hazelton hit the ground with force.

Then Slim Morris retreated to the doorway of the tent.
"Are you fellows going to sleep until pay days" Slim demanded jovially.
Tom hustled into his clothes, reached the doorway of the tent and found the sun already well up in the skies.
"The boys are sitting down to breakfast," called Slim over his shoulder.

"Want any ?" "_Do_ I want any ?" mocked Tom.

He had laid out his khaki clothing the night before, and was now in it, save for his khaki jacket, which he caught up on his arm as he raced along toward the wash bench.
Nor had he gone very far with the soap and water when Harry Hazelton was beside him.
"Tom, Tom!" breathed Harry in ecstacy.

"Do you blame people for loving the Rocky Mountains?
This grand old mountain air is food and drink---almost." "It may be for you.