Then a light dawned on Larry.
“Why—why,” the boy began, “he’s the great English surgeon on hip and spine diseases that we’ve had so many stories about, and he came over here to cure a millionaire’s daughter.”
“Of course,” said Mr. Emberg with a laugh. “I think it will be a good thing for you, also.”
“How?”
“Well, Dr. Carrolton is not only noted for his skill as a surgeon, but he is one of the most liberal men in the world. He appreciates whatever is done for him. The way you saved his watch from being stolen——”
“I didn’t do that for pay!” exclaimed Larry.
“Of course not,” resumed the city editor. “He knows you didn’t. But that need not stop him from rewarding you. You’re a lucky boy. He may give you a hundred dollars.”
“I don’t want it,” spoke Larry suddenly.
“What’s that! Let me tell you, a hundred dollars is not to be sneezed at.”
“I’d rather he’d cure my sister,” said the boy.