“I don’t see how Mr. Starleigh could have done any better,” he said.
Bob told the young man of the fire, but added, that the pictures would, nevertheless, be ready in the course of a few days.
“Well, it’s too bad you were burned out,” said Ralph Maverick. “Will you start up again?”
“I suppose so.”
A little more talk followed, and then Bob turned to go. He was keenly disappointed at not seeing Grace.
But his disappointment was of short duration. Presently, while the two stood in the hall-way, there was a rush of feet on the stairs and Grace Maverick ran up.
“There! I was afraid you would never call!” she cried, catching Bob by the hand, and giving him a squeeze that made him blush.
“Why, Grace, do you know him?” questioned Ralph Maverick, in surprise.
“Indeed I do,” returned the beautiful girl, warmly. “He is the young gentleman who saved my life when I fell over the cliff.”
“You don’t say! I must shake hands with him myself. Why didn’t you introduce yourself?”