"That will do. Will you lend it to me till to-morrow?"
"But what can you possibly want with Mark's picture?" asked the mother, feeling quite bewildered.
"I represent the Daily Globe, Mrs. Mason. His picture is to appear in the evening edition."
"But why should you publish Mark's picture?"
"Because he has distinguished himself by a heroic action. I can't stop to give you particulars, for I ought to be at the office now, but I will refer you to the paper."
With the tintype in his hand the reporter hurried to the office of the journal he represented, leaving Mrs. Mason in a state of wondering perplexity.
Within an incredibly short time hundreds of newsboys were running through the streets crying "Extry! Extra! A dynamite crank at the office of Luther Rockwell, the great banker!"
Mark Mason was returning from a trip to Brooklyn, when a newsboy thrust the paper in his face.
"Here, Johnny, give me that paper!" he said.
The boy peered curiously at him.