There is one other little wild call, "Papä! Papä!"—a tremendous effort to be manly, and not cry before strangers—and the boy melts into his father's arms, and wonders whose tears they are which rain upon his cuddling face.
But who saved the train? Where is he? How did he do it? Who took that noble risk? Where is the hero? Here?
"You, my lad?"
Then Donny raised his awestruck face from his father's quick-beating heart, and standing among the strangers and the neighbors, told the story,—all that he knew; all that he could tell.
"A LITTLE HUDDLING FIGURE."
"I only remembered the torpedoes, sir. The old man did the rest."
"What old man? Where is he?"
"Why, the old colored man! Haven't you seen him? The old colored man who ran ahead and put them on the track. He saved the train."