"Thank God!" added the gentleman, devoutly as he placed himself in the
chaise by the side of Bobby.




CHAPTER II.

IN WHICH BOBBY BLUSHES SEVERAL TIMES, AND DOES A SUM IN ARITHMETIC.

Mr. Bayard, the owner of the horse, and the father of the lady whom
Bobby had saved from impending death, was too much agitated to say
much, even to the bold youth who had rendered him such a signal
service. He could scarcely believe the intelligence which the boy
brought him; it seemed too good to be true. He had assured himself
that Ellen--for that was the young lady's name--was killed, or
dreadfully injured.

Kate was driven at the top of her speed, and in a few moments reached
the bridge, where Ellen was awaiting his arrival.

"Here I am, father, alive and unhurt!" cried Ellen, as Mr. Bayard
stopped the horse.

"Thank Heaven my child!" replied the glad father, embracing his
daughter. "I was sure you were killed."

"No, father; thanks to this bold youth, I am uninjured."

"I am under very great obligations to you, young man," continued Mr.