He remained by Minnie’s side all of that evening, and it was not until well into the forenoon of the next day that he ran over to the Webb house.
“My dear Harry, how can I thank you for what you have done?” he cried, as he grasped the young hero warmly by the hand. “You saved Minnie’s life!”
“Well, I’m downright glad of it,” stammered Harry, not finding anything else to say on the moment.
“Mrs. Woodruff is also very grateful. I would have been over before, but I could not bring myself to leave Minnie’s side.”
“How is she this morning?” questioned Mrs. Webb.
“Very much better—in fact, completely out of danger,” returned the happy father. “Harry, I do not know how to reward you,” he went on, still wringing the boy’s hand.
“I am not looking for any reward, Mr. Woodruff. I only did what I thought was my duty.”
“Nevertheless, you played the part of a real hero, and you deserve a rich reward—more than I or any other man in Rudskill can afford.”
“I was glad to save Minnie for friendship’s sake.”
“I believe you, my boy, but I shall not let it rest there, let me tell you that. In a few days I am going down to your father’s store and have a talk with him about you. Boxwell tells me you have said you would like to attend college with him.”