“Remember you!” Monty snorted. “Am I the kind to forget a man who saved my life?”
“Who did that?” Denby inquired.
“Why, you did,” he returned, “You pulled me out of the Nashua river at school!”
The other man laughed. “Why, it wasn’t five feet deep there.”
“I can drown anywhere,” Monty returned firmly. “You saved my life and I’ve never had the opportunity to do anything in return.”
“The time will come,” Denby said lightly. “You’ll get a mysterious message sometime and it will be up to you to rescue me from dreadful danger.”
“I’d like to,” the other retorted, “but I’m not sure I’m cut out for that rescue business.”
“Have you ever been—” Denby hesitated. “Have you ever been in any sort of danger?”
“Yes,” Monty replied promptly, “but you pulled me out.”
“Please don’t go about repeating it,” Denby entreated, “I have enemies enough without being blamed for pulling you out of the Nashua river.”