"Dick!" he exclaimed, "do you know I think you saved that man from committing suicide!"
"Suicide! Nonsense, Paul!"
"That's right. If I ever saw despair and hopelessness on a man's face it was on his."
"Well, he didn't look very happy, that's a fact. But what had that to do with an intention to take his own life?"
"Lots, when you think of the way he acted."
"Oh, you imagine it."
"I do not! I believe he came here with the intention of throwing himself under a train, or at least allowing himself to be struck by one. I believe he wrote a note of farewell, and pinned it in his pocket so it wouldn't get lost. Just see how queer he acted! No one would stay on the track the way he did, with two trains coming, unless he had it in mind to get hurt. No, Dick, you can say what you like, but I believe your going up when you did, and talking to him, saved his life."
"Well, I'd like to think that I did that for a fellow being, Paul; but I still can't admit it."
"It's true, whether you admit it or not. You saved his life, and some day you'll know it, or I'm mistaken."
"Oh, nonsense!"