of eyes rested on Ralph, whom Denny had pointed out.
"Yes, sir—it was him, young Fairbanks! He's got the right blood in him, that kid. I knew his father, and he wouldn't be Jack Fairbanks' son if he hadn't acted just as he did!"
No comment could have pleased Ralph more than that. He darted a grateful look at his bulky champion.
"No one any good seemed to have noticed the accident except him," went on Denny, the eyes of his absorbed auditors again riveted intently upon him. "I counted the seconds in a sort of sickly horror, for it seemed impossible that he could make it in time."
"But he did!" cried a strained voice.
"He did—it was terrifying. The last ten feet he saw his only chance. It was like a fellow sliding for base. Flat he dived and drove, it must have been an awful scrape! The first wheels of the backing car fairly reached the little angel's long, golden curls. As it was, they cut the dangling hat straight in two. He grabbed her, just escaping the wheels, not a second too soon."
With a working face the lame helper had stood listening, rooted to the spot like a statue.
The crowd swayed towards Ralph. They were
