“Can I be of any further use?” asked Dick, wistfully, after he had explained how he discovered the young lady under the section of the car-roof and removed her to the waterside in the hope of bringing her to. “I should like to hunt up my chum, who was traveling with me.”
“I will not detain you,” said Mr. Nesbitt, grasping him by the hand. “You have been very good to my daughter. She probably owes her life to you. I can never sufficiently thank you for the service you have this day rendered to me,” he said with grateful earnestness.
“I am glad I was able to do something for your daughter,” replied Dick, simply.
“Be sure we shall not forget you. I think you said your name was Richard Armstrong?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will not forget that, Jennie. Here is my business card, Mr. Armstrong. You must call at my office, for we want to know you better.”
“Thank you; I will do so at the first chance,” replied the boy, noticing that the address was a New York City one.
“Perhaps I shall see you again before you leave here.”
“We shall be glad if you come back as soon as you find some trace of your friend, who, I think, probably has escaped, since, like myself, you say he went forward before the accident occurred.”
The wounded and the dead were now being rapidly taken from the pile of ruins by those who were uninjured.