She lifted her head and looked at her late companion curiously and then dropped her eyes with a sigh.
"He has dared—all, to rescue me," she said quietly, "and I—thank him—much." But she did not look at him again. As the couple turned away, the father drew a roll of bills from his pockets.
"Here, my good fellow," he said, thrusting the money into the man's hands, "take that,—what's your name?"
"Jim Davis," came the answer, hollow-voiced.
"Well, Jim, I thank you. I've always liked your people. If you ever want a job, call on me." And they were gone.
The crowd poured up and out of the elevators, talking and whispering.
"Who was it?"
"Are they alive?"
"How many?"
"Two!"