“See!” he said. “Do you know who that is?”
They all gathered around, and behold there was Carey looking at them from the pages of the Evening Bulletin. Carey! Their brother! They stared and stared again.
The picture had him in football garb, with one eye squinting at the sun, and a broad grin on his lips. It was Carey two years ago, on the high school football team; but it looked like him still. Beneath from a border looked forth the bold, handsome features of Brand Barlock, and to one side another border held the round, fat, impertinent face of the child who had started the car that afternoon. The article below was headed in large letters:
“Football Hero Saves Two Lives.
Carey Copley Jumps From Moving Car And Saves Child and Grandmother!”
“Now, isn’t that the limit? How did that thing get in there?” demanded the young hero angrily. “And say! How’d they get my picture? Some little fool reporter went around to school, I suppose. Wouldn’t that make you mad? How’d they find that out I’d like to know? Brand never told; that’s one thing sure. Brand knows how to keep his mouth shut. You don’t suppose that guy Maxwell would give it to them, do you?”
“He said he was going to see that everybody knew about it,” chuckled Louise happily. “I think it oughtta be known, don’t you, Daddy? When a boy—that is a man—does a big thing like saving two lives, I think everybody oughtta know how brave he is.”
“Nonsense!” said Carey. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, kid. That wasn’t anything to do.” But his tone showed that he was pleased at the general attitude of his family. Nevertheless, he slammed around noisily in the dining-room, pretending not to hear when his father read aloud the account of the accident in the paper, and went whistling upstairs immediately after. At the top he called down:
“Say, I’m mighty glad they were fair to Brand in that ad. Brand’s a great fellow. I couldn’t have done a thing without him and his car. He knew just what to do without being told, and he can drive, I’ll say. Brand deserves all they can say of him. He’s a good fellow.”
Altogether, the household slept joyously that night, and Harry dreamed of going to the mountains in an airship, and flying back tied to the tail of a kite.