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next minute, with a shrill whistle, the train rushed by
them.
"You saved my life, Roy Pell," said Mr. Tyler after the skurrying dust
raised from the ballast had settled into place. "You are a brave boy."
Roy made no reply. He was still very hot and he was thinking that his
whole adventure was very much like a scene in a book.
"I ought to say 'Oh, it is nothing,' I suppose," he reflected with a half
smile. "But then that wouldn't be the truth. From the way I feel now it
was a good deal."
"I've missed that train, I suppose," Mr. Tyler went on.
At this Roy wanted to laugh. It sounded so ridiculous. And yet it was
quite characteristic of this singular old man. But young Pell mopped his
face vigorously with his handkerchief to hide his mirth and then said,
rising to his feet:
"Do you feel all right, Mr. Tyler?"

"Oh, I guess so," was the reply, and the old man started to get up too.
But he immediately fell back again and a frightened look came into his
face.
CHAPTER II
IN THE MISER'S HOME
"Have you hurt yourself, Mr. Tyler?" asked Roy anxiously. "You didn't
break a limb when you fell, did you?"
"No, no, it is here," and the old man put his hand up to his head.
"The sun was too hot for you," went on Roy. "You haven't got over it
yet."
"I am afraid I shall never get over it, Roy Pell." The miser looked at
him in a steady way that would have frightened some boys. "And I
don't want to die yet, not till I have made my will. I must have a lawyer.
Where is Sydney Pell, that brother of yours."
"He isn't my brother. He's a boy that father adopted when he was very
young, but he's better than a good many brothers. And he's a good
lawyer, too. Would you like to see him. He'll be back on the five-thirty
train."
"Yes, I should like to see him if it won't be too late. What time is it now?
You haven't got a watch, have you? Look at mine and tell me."
"Quarter past five, and now you ought to be taken home right away,
and have a doctor."
"You think I am very bad then?" Again the frightened look came into
the old man's face.
"No, of course not. Lots of people have to call the doctor when they're
not going to die."

"Don't speak of dying. I'm afraid to die. See, I don't mind telling you so.
And I ought to be. I haven't done very much good in the world. There
isn't anybody I can think of will be sorry to have me go. That isn't the
way to live, Roy Pell. You ought to be happy, so happy, because you
are young, and have your life before you to make it the way it should
be made."
"You have life before you, too, Mr. Tyler. You are not so very old.
You're not much more than seventy."
"I'm seventy-two. But come, let me see if I can get up with your help. I
want you to take me home, so you can go for Sydney. He's a good boy,
you say, one I can trust?" The old man looked in Roy's face closely as
the latter bent over him.
"Sydney is the best fellow that ever lived," replied Roy soberly. "He's
been a staff to my mother ever since father died, and has almost taken
his place to us children."
"Yes, yes. I've heard that what your father did for him years ago was
like bread cast upon the waters that's coming back after many days. Let
me see, how old are you?"
"Fifteen. I tell you what, Mr. Tyler. The girls are down under the bridge.
Wait a minute till I call down to them to send Syd over as soon as he
comes. Then I'll go home with you and needn't leave you."
"All right. You're very good to me, Roy Pell." The miser sank back on
the grass, while Roy hurried to the edge of the bluff and making a
trumpet of his hands, called down:
"Eva! Jess!"
"Yes, are you all right, Roy?" came back the answer in Eva's tones.
"All O. K., but Mr. Tyler's a little done up. I'm going home with him.
And he wants you to send Syd over as soon as he gets back. It's some
business matter, quite important, and we may both be late for tea. Don't

wait. Do you understand?"
"Yes, all right. We'll go to meet Syd now. Shall we send the doctor,
too?"
Roy thought a minute.
"Yes. I think you'd better," he called down.
"I told them