“Oh, Mr. Landes, is it you? I remember it all! And where is the boy who saved me?”
“Here he is. His name is Bob Alden.”
Landes turned to the youth, and Bob shuffled forward, blushing furiously. Grace Maverick grasped his hands within her own.
“Oh, how can I thank you!” she cried, impulsively. “If it hadn’t been for you, I would have been killed.”
“Mr. Landes did his share,” said Bob, generously.
“Nonsense,” put in Frank. “Bob is the hero.”
“I am thankful to both,” said the girl. “Where are the others?”
“What others?”
“My friends. There were four of us on the cliff, and a savage dog scared us. I ran near the edge, and stumbled.”
“I’ll go up and look for your friends,” said Landes, and, without waiting, he made off.