He had fallen fortunately not very far from the beginning of the
trestle, but he was quite unconscious and could not help himself. Roy
must carry him away from his dangerous position.

He bent to his task, which was not such an arduous one as might be
supposed. Mr. Tyler was little more than a bag of bones, weighing not
as much as did Roy himself. The latter picked him up as carefully as
he could, not daring to look down lest he should grow dizzy. Then he
began to bear his burden back to terra firma.

He had almost reached the ground when the old man stirred and opened
his eyes. He started to struggle, but Roy looked down at him and spoke
sternly.

"Keep quiet, Mr. Tyler," he said, "or you will have us both over the
trestle."

The miser shuddered, but he made no reply and kept perfectly still
till Roy placed him on the grass in the shade of a horse chestnut
tree. The boy threw himself down beside him, and began to fan himself
with his straw hat. The next minute, with a shrill whistle, the train
rushed by them.

"You saved my life, Roy Pell," said Mr. Tyler after the skurrying dust
raised from the ballast had settled into place. "You are a brave boy."

Roy made no reply. He was still very hot and he was thinking that his
whole adventure was very much like a scene in a book.

"I ought to say 'Oh, it is nothing,' I suppose," he reflected with a