“Don’t forget. I want my papa to see you. He says he likes to see heroes, and you are one.”
“No, I’m not! I’m only a plain country boy,” said Bob. “Anybody could do what I did.”
“Perhaps they could, but they wouldn’t all have the nerve to try. Oh, here comes Mr. Landes now, and he has found my teacher!”
Frank now returned with an elderly lady, who at once proceeded to take Grace in charge, scolding her for going so close to the edge of the cliff.
“Here is the young man who saved me,” said Grace, pointing to Bob.
The elderly teacher gave the youth one stare, and then shrugged her shoulders.
“You must have nothing to do with such common people, Grace,” she said, lowly, but still loud enough for Bob to hear. “Come with me at once.”
“He is a noble boy,” protested the girl. “Good-bye, Bob Alden, I shall expect to see you in Stampton. Good-bye, Mr. Landes.”
The teacher hurried Grace away. Bob and Frank both tipped their caps, and then the youth turned to the young man.
“Christopher! Isn’t the old lady a sour one?”