far better to know the worst; for then it may be remedied. I've heard my
father tell of many a desperate case where only heroic treatment, as he
called it, brought his patient through. We've just got to try it here,
Jack, old fellow. Hello! what d'ye suppose all that row's about?"

"Sounds to me like a runaway horse, from the shouts," declared Jack,
quickly forgetting his own personal troubles in the new excitement.

"Look! There's the runaway, and coming this way around the corner. Oh! it
was nearly over that time! My heart was in my mouth!" cried Paul.

"There's some one in the wagon, Paul, a little child!" almost shrieked
Jack; for the clamor was deafening by now, and ordinary sounds could
never have been heard.

No need to tell Paul that. He had just made the astounding discovery
himself, and was thrilled with sudden horror.

It was a little boy who was tugging at the lines with a heroism worthy of
one twice his size; but such a young person could make no impression on
the hard mouth of that terrorized animal.

In the sudden whirl around the corner the lad had come very near being
thrown but, and was even now unsteadily trying to regain his balance.

Paul knew that it was an occasion for quick thinking, and even faster
doing!

He bounded away from the side of his chum as though on springs, leaving
Jack standing there on the curb, filled with eager anticipation, and