“Thank you, perhaps I will,” replied Bob.
He had not forgotten the promise he had made to Grace Maverick, and, after supper that evening, he brushed up and again visited the mansion on Mountain avenue.
The girl met him at the door, and at once conducted him to the library, where sat Mr. Gregory Maverick, the president of the T. W. & L. Railroad.
Mr. Maverick was a short, round-faced man, with rather a pleasant cast of countenance. He sat in an easy-chair, his slippered feet resting on a cushion.
“Papa, this is Mr. Robert Alden,” said Grace, presenting the youth.
Mr. Maverick at once jumped up, and caught Bob by the hand.
“So you are the young man who rescued Grace, are you?” he said. “I am very happy to meet you. I have been wanting to thank you for a long time for that brave act.”
“Oh, it wasn’t much!” stammered Bob.
“I think it a good deal,” laughed the railroad president. “Sit down. Grace tells me you are a stranger to Stampton.”
“Yes, sir. I came here looking for work.”