"Oh, sir!" said Harry, as soon as he understood what was going
forward, "don't reward me for what was only my duty. I should be
ashamed to accept anything for the little I have done."

"You may count it little to save the lives of a train full of people,"
said the president, dryly, "but we set a slight value upon our lives
and limbs. Are you rich?"

"No, sir."

"So I thought. Well, you needn't be ashamed to accept a little
testimonial of our gratitude. You must not refuse."

When all so disposed had contributed, the president gathered the bills
from the hat and handed the pile to Harry.

"Take them, my boy," he said, "and make good use of them. I shall owe
you a considerable balance, for I value my life at more than twenty
dollars. Here is my card. If you ever need a friend, or a service,
call on me."

Then the president gave directions to the engineer to run back to the
preceding station, where there was a telegraph office, from which
messages could be sent in both directions to warn trains of the
washout.

Harry was left with his hands full of money, hardly knowing whether he
was awake or dreaming.

One thing seemed to him only fair--to give the owner of the tablecloth