One of the train hands now came up and said they had better board one of the cars of the relief train which was about to start for the metropolis.
Miss Nesbitt said she thought she could walk as far as the car if Dick and her father supported her.
She was made as comfortable on one of the seats as circumstances permitted, and in a few minutes the train started with its melancholy load of maimed, dead, and dying.
At the Grand Central Station a carriage was obtained by Dick to take the injured young miss and her father home.
The girl bade the lad a grateful good-bye and exacted a promise that he would call and see her at her home very soon.
“And don’t forget I shall expect to see you at my office in a day or two,” said Mr. Nesbitt as the vehicle drove off.
“Gee!” said Joe as they watched the carriage disappear around the corner. “You may have done a big thing for yourself for all you know, Dick, old boy. You’ve made yourself solid in that quarter, all right. And a good friend goes a long way in this city sometimes. Come along, now. I’ll pilot you down to my old boarding-place.”
Whereupon they walked to Third Avenue and took a southbound car.
CHAPTER XIV.
DICK BUYS AN INVENTION THAT PROVES TO BE A WINNER.