“Youngster,” said he, “you're a brave fellow. You've done us a good service to-day. You're a pretty cool hand, you are. I don't know what these foolish horses would have done with the carriage if it had not been for you.”
“Let me get out,” exclaimed the lady, not yet recovered from her fright.
“I will open the door,” said Paul, observing that the coachman was fully occupied in soothing the horses.
He sprang forward, and opening the door of the carriage assisted the lady to descend.
She breathed quickly.
“I have been very much frightened,” she said; “and I believe I have been in very great danger. Are you the brave boy who stopped the horses?”
Paul modestly answered in the affirmative.
“And how did you do it? I was so terrified that I was hardly conscious of what was passing, till the horses stopped.”
Paul modestly related his agency in the matter.
The lady gazed at his flushed face admiringly.