"It doesn't seem as if a broken leg ought to do all that to a man as
husky as Milt!" said Agnew, who had joined them with a proffer of water.
"I'm afraid he was sickening with something before the accident," Enoch
shook his head. "Those dizzy spells were all wrong, you know."
"We'd better get this boy to a doctor as soon as we can," said Agnew.
"Poor old Milton! I swear it's a shame! His whole heart was set on
putting this trip through."
"He'll do it yet," Enoch patted the sick man's arm.
"Yes, but he'll be laid up for months and his whole idea was to put it
through without a break. The Department never condones accidents, you
know."
"I guess I can give you all some supper now," said Jonas. "Better get
it while he's laying quiet."
"Where's Forrester?" asked Enoch as they gathered round the stew pot.
"He mumbled something about going outside to cool down," replied Agnew.
"Better let him alone for a while."
"Too bad you couldn't have kept the peace, under the circumstances,
Harden," said Enoch.
"You heard what he said to me?" demanded Harden fiercely.
"Yes, I did and I heard you deliberately tease him into a fury. Of
course, after what he finally said there was nothing left to do but to
smash him," said Enoch.
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