It was a pretty correct account of the rescue of little Fanny Bruce, daughter of George Bruce, of Chicago, and granddaughter of Seymour Atherton, a retired New York stock broker, who had fallen from a Fulton ferryboat into the East River, by a lad of eighteen, named Jack Hazard, who lived at No. 80 ---- Street. “Gee whiz!” exclaimed Ed, with bulging eyes. “Was that really you?” Jack grinned. “You never said a word to me about it, and we’ve been standing here half an hour,” said Potter, in an injured tone. “I didn’t feel like blowing my horn on the subject, and I knew you’d see the account in the paper after you’d gone over the baseball news.” “Well, I’m blowed if this isn’t a surprise,” said Ed. “It knocked me all lopsided,” chipped in Wally. “I s’pose you’ve been interviewed by the reporters like any other great man?” said Ed, with a chuckle. “I’ve seen one or two.” “You ought to make a good thing out of this, Jack. The paper says that the old gent is a money-bag,” said Ed, with a twinkle in his eye. “Didn’t he hand you a liberal check?” “Doesn’t look like it, does it, when I’ve just borrowed three dollars off you?” “That’s right; but I s’pose he’ll stump up in a day or so.” “What for?” demanded Jack, sharply. “Why, for yanking his granddaughter out of the wet, of course,” grinned Ed. “Nonsense! He won’t do anything of the kind.” “Then he’ll be a mighty mean----” “Hold on there!” cried Jack. “He’s done all I would accept. He got me my job, and I’m perfectly satisfied.” “That’s something, of course; but you’ll have to work for all the money you’ll get out of that. He might have given you a nice present also.” “He presented me with a new suit of clothes.” “What’s that? Didn’t you get your own soaked?” “Well, I’m not kicking, so I guess we’ll talk about something else.” A few minutes later the three boys parted company. CHAPTER V. HOW JACK ADDS ANOTHER FEATHER TO HIS CAP. Next morning Jack appeared at Mr. William Atherton’s office a few minutes before nine o’clock, ready for business. Mr. Bishop hadn’t arrived, so the boy took a seat in the outer office and waited for him. He came about ten minutes later, and Jack reported to him as he had been told to do. The manager looked him over attentively and seemed to be pleased with his looks. “Well, Jack,” said Mr. Bishop, “Mr. Atherton has spoken to me about you. You seem to be a smart boy, and that is what we want here. You appear to have acquired something of a reputation for nerve and cool-headedness for one so young. You have made good friends for yourself by your courageous act of yesterday, which, I see, is reported in the morning papers. It remains for you now to justify the excellent opinion they have formed of you. Now, as to your immediate duties, you will, for the rest of the week, assist our messenger, whose place you have been employed to fill. He will leave on Saturday. I presume you are tolerably acquainted with the financial district.”