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 But though there was silence everywhere Scobee was not alone in the fields that night. Hung Long Tom had been lying awake thinking. The tragedy that had overtaken his boy had well-nigh broken the old yellow man's heart There was scarcely a moment of the day or night when Hung Long Tom was not thinking deeply about Scobee's problem. If only he could do something for him. It was unbelievable that Scobee would never see again. There must be help for him somewhere but where was an alarming enigma. Steinlin was one of the best eye specialists in the world. Where Steinlin had failed it was not likely that another doctor could succeed. That wholesale slaughter in Europe had advanced science with tremendous strides even though it had almost dealt civilization a deathblow. It had given surgeons the opportunity for research on living bodies which usually could only be done on bodies of the dead. The War had made of Europe a vast experimental laboratory. It had given doctors the opportunity to cure wounds which the War itself had