Next day Hal Dane's sturdy constitution asserted itself and yanked him out from any lazy coddling between the sheets. His scalp might still show some split skin from bucking a wire strut, and bruises the size of plates and saucers decorate him here and there, but he'd better be thanking his stars he wasn't disabled. And Hal did thank 'em! His work was needing him too. The truck that earned the family living was idling up there in the pine woods.