“Isn’t it? Do you know whose child that is?”
“No,” said Ralph.
“The father is Judge Graham, the richest man in the town. Why, he’d hunt the world over to find you. A lucky fellow you are.”
Ralph gave his name and the train proceeded on its way amid the cheers of the passengers, who had learned of the brave act of the young fireman. When terminus was reached, a fine-looking old lady approached the locomotive.
“Mr. Fairbanks,” she said to Ralph, “the passengers desire you to accept a slight testimonial of their appreciation of your bravery in saving that young child.”
Ralph flushed modestly.
“This looks like being paid for doing a simple duty,” he said, as the lady extended an envelope.
“Not at all, Mr. Fairbanks. It was a noble act, and we all love you for it.” 178
“I think more of that sentiment than this money,” declared Ralph.
The envelope contained fifty dollars. Griscom told the story of the rescue all over Stanley Junction next day, and the local newspapers made quite an article of it.