"I've certainly met him somewhere," thought the boy. "But where? I don't think it was in New York."
Presently the elevated train came into sight and those on the platform prepared to get aboard when it should stop for them.
The man lurched forward as before, and of a sudden fell sprawling directly in front of the train.
CHAPTER XXIII
TOM NOLAN'S CONFESSION
A cry of horror went up from those who saw the mishap, and some women present turned their heads away, expecting that the semi-intoxicated individual would be killed.
Nat's heart leaped into his throat, but he did not lose his presence of mind. He was but a few feet from the man, and as quick as a flash he jumped forward, caught the fellow up, and dragged him out of harm's way.
"Wha—what yer doin'?" stammered the fellow, gazing unsteadily at our hero.
"Do you want to be killed?" asked Nat, sharply.