the boy's name.

Ruth shook her head.

"Well, I wouldn't be here but for him! He's a plucky boy. I will never
forget him for it; you mustn't either," he continued in a more positive
tone.

The nurse now moved to the bed.

"I would not talk any more, Mr. MacFarlane. Miss Ruth is going to be at
home now right along and she will hear the story."

"Well, I won't, nurse, if you don't want me to--but they won't be able
to tell her what a fix we were in--I remember everything up to the time
Breen dragged me from under the dirt car. I knew right away what had
happened and what we had to do; I've been there before, but--"

"There,--that will do, Mr. MacFarlane," interrupted the nurse. "Come,
Miss Ruth, suppose you go to your room for a while."

The girl rose to her feet.

"You can come back as soon as I fix your father for the night." She
pointed significantly to the patient's head, whispering, "He must not
get excited."

"Yes, dear daddy--I will come back just as soon as I can get the dust
out of my hair and get brushed up a little," cried Ruth bravely, in the
effort to hide her anxiety, "and then Aunt Felicia is downstairs."

Once outside she drew the nurse, who had followed her, to the window so
as to be out of hearing of the patient and then asked breathlessly:

"What did Mr. Breen do?"

"I don't know exactly, but everybody is talking about him."

At this moment Miss Felicia arrived at the top of the stairs: she had
heard Ruth's question and had caught the dazed expression on the girl's
face.

"I will tell you, my dear, what he did, for I have heard every word of
it from the servants. The blast went off before he and your father had
reached the opening of the tunnel. They left your father for dead, then
John Breen crawled back on his hands and knees through the dreadful
smoke until he reached him, lifted him up on his shoulders and carried
him out alive. That's what he did; and he is a big, fine, strong, noble
fellow, and I am going to tell him so the moment I get my eyes on him.
And that is not all. He got out of bed this afternoon, though he could
hardly stand, and covered up all his bruises and his broken wrist so you
couldn't see them, and then he limped down to the station so you would
get the truth about your father and not be frightened. And now he is in
a dead faint."

Ruth's eyes flamed and the color left her cheeks. She stretched out both
hands as if to keep from falling.

"Saved daddy!" she g