Our Y.M.C.A. is sending a lot to the
boys from around here who are in France. I was helping pack
the boxes ready for shipment, and I kept out some to show
you. Lucky I had it with me. Eat it, and you'll feel a lot
better in a few minutes. You haven't had much to eat, have
you?"
"Very little," answered Tom, as he nibbled half-heartedly
at the confection Ned gave him, while Mr. Damon went out to
the automobile and came back with a thermos bottle filled
with cool water. He always provided himself with this on
taking an automobile trip.
Tom managed to eat some of the chocolate, and then took a
drink of the cool water. In a little while he declared that
he felt better.
"Then come out of here!" exclaimed Ned. "You can tell tis
how it all happened and what they did to you. But I can see
that last--they treated you like a dog, didn't they?"
"Pretty nearly," answered Tom; "but they didn't have
things all their own way. I think I made one or two of them
remember me," and he glanced at his swollen and bruised
hands. Indeed, he bore the marks of having been in a fierce
fight.
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