The little fellow was accustomed to room with his elder brother, and supposed they were in bed together.
Tommy had dropped off into a deep slumber, but Charley Barker was awake.
"No, Tony; it's me, Charley Barker. You know me, don't you?" he replied.
"Why, certainly. But why ain't I in my own house? What has happened? I'm so sore all over."
"You got hurt when the people at the lecture had a scare, and Swanny and I thought you'd be best here."
"Does mother know?"
"Oh, yes! Try and get to sleep, there's a good little fellow. Swanny will be here good and early in the morning."
"I shall be glad to sleep, my head aches so, and I feel quite dizzy, while my body is just as if I'd been beaten all over. Good-night, Charley; it was very kind of you to take so much care of me."
Then the little fellow dozed off, and Charley Barker sank to sleep with the sweet consciousness of having saved two lives that night by his lucky dream.