"Of course. You might have given the alarm at once; why didn't you?" demanded Al.
"By that time, sir, the alarm of fire had been given, and there was a terrible commotion in the theater. In the confusion I did not know what to do."
"Well," said Mr. Wattles, "better late than never. But what put it into your head to come here at all?"
"I don't know that I should have come, sir, but when I heard of the heroic way in which this young gent behaved, and how he saved the lives of maybe half the audience—when I heard all this, and was told that the young lady, Miss March, was his sister, I made up my mind that I would come here and make a clean breast of my part of the affair."
"And you have really told us all you know?"
"All, sir, so help me Heaven!"
"I believe you, my man," said Mr. Wattles.
"And so do I," added Al. "But we must not spend any more time in talk; we have got to do something at once."
"I will do anything in my power to help you, sir," said the man.
"I don't see that you can do much more than you have done," said Al. "You can give me a description of the carriage and the horse, though."