"And how is it you are going to leave here?" went on the lady, curiously.
"I got into a row with Percy Paget, and his father is chairman of the village board, and he sided with his son."
"I see." Mrs. Carrington bit her lip. "Well, we must be going, Julia," she said to her daughter. "I shall not forget you for your bravery, Ralph Nelson."
"Thank you, ma'am; I only did what was my duty."
"It is more than that. I shall not forget you, remember."
The lady re-entered her carriage, and Ralph assisted the daughter to a seat beside her.
In a moment more they continued on their way, leaving Ralph, Sanderson and Pickley to gaze after them.
"My, but they're swell!" was Pickley's comment. "I wish I was in your shoes, Ralph."
"She won't forget you, that's certain," said Sanderson. "She'll reward you handsomelike, see if she don't, Ralph."
"They don't seem to care much about Percy Paget's condition," returned the boy, by way of changing the subject.