THE STRANGER IN THE TENT By and by Tom Reade began to grow decidedly restless.

He would sit up, look and listen, and then lie down again.

Then he would fidget about nervously, all of which was most unusual with him, for Reade's was one of those strong natures that will endure work day and night as long as is necessary, and then go in for complete rest when there is nothing else to do.
Harry did not observe this, for he had gone back into the tent.
Two sheets of a Mexican newspaper had come wrapped around one of Nicolas's last food purchases.

Hazelton was reading the paper slowly by way of improving his knowledge of Spanish.
At last Tom called, in a low voice: "Don't worry about me, chum, if you miss me.

I'm going to take a little stroll." "All right, Tom." Reade did not hurry away.