Stephen bought a later edition of the paper, and eagerly scanned the list of casualties.
"I don't see his name," he muttered. "Well, he always was lucky, while I had all the bad luck. Humph! things don't seem to be distributed very equally in this world. However, I'm getting along pretty well now," Stephen concluded, complacently.
Meanwhile Paul, as well as Mr. Bradford, was installed in the best bedroom at the farm-house. A local doctor set the arm, and Paul lay on a lounge, ready to answer any calls. He was prompt and attentive, and Mr. Bradford congratulated himself on having secured so attentive a nurse.
"Paul," said Mr. Bradford the next morning, "you have been of great service to me."
"I am glad I have been able to, sir," answered Paul.
"You are a good boy."
"Thank you, sir."
"How much did you tell me you earned on the train?"
"Seldom less than seven dollars. One week I made as high as ten."
"How old are you?"