“Mr. Bishop told me that you are the boy who saved Mr. Atherton’s little niece from drowning yesterday morning. Most of the brokers have read about it in the papers this morning, and I have heard a score of them talking about you. And now this crazy act of mine is printed in all the afternoon editions, and I’ll bet if there is one there are a hundred men about the Street who are trying to get a chance to see what sort of a boy you look like. Nobody seems to know you as yet. How long have you been working for Atherton?” “This is my first day,” replied Jack. “Well, I thought you were new down here, else I had probably seen you before. I asked Hartz and his chief clerk about you, but they could tell me nothing more than that you came there from Atherton’s, and that was the only way I located you. Now I want you to call at my house to-night; will you? My wife will certainly insist on seeing you.” “All right,” said Jack, who felt that it wouldn’t be polite to refuse the broker’s request. “I’ll try and call about eight o’clock,” said the boy, cheerfully. “I shall expect you,” said Mr. Bird, shaking him again warmly by the hand as Jack bade him good-bye and left. On his return to the office Jack asked Mr. Bishop if he could see him for a moment. “Certainly,” replied the manager. “I wish to put this in your hands till it is claimed by the rightful owner,” said the boy, handing Mr. Bishop the envelope with its precious contents. “Why, where did you pick it up?” asked the astonished manager after he had counted the bills. “On Wall Street, this side of the Blank Trust Company.” Mr. Bishop looked at him earnestly. “I don’t want any greater evidence than this that you are a thoroughly honest lad,” he said, emphatically. “Mr. Atherton will be greatly pleased to hear of this. It would certainly be a great temptation for many boys, and for that matter, many men, to hold on to this money and say nothing about it--the more especially as there is nothing either on or inside the envelope to identify the owner. I will be glad to attend to the matter. As the amount is a large one, it will probably be advertised for at once. Whatever reward is offered, it will of course be quite right for you to accept.” Mr. Bishop deposited the envelope, just as it was, in the office safe, and soon afterward the office closed for the day, and Jack started to walk uptown, stopping on Vandewater Street for his chum, Ed Potter, who got away at 5:30. CHAPTER VII. IN WHICH JACK RESTORES THE OBLONG YELLOW ENVELOPE AND ITS CONTENTS TO ITS OWNER. Of course Jack had a budget of interesting news to tell his mother and sister at the supper table that night. “Oh, Jack! How could you do it?” exclaimed Annie when he described how he grabbed the loaded revolver just as Oliver Bird fired it. “Well, sis, I never stopped to consider why I did it--the whole thing was over in a moment.” “And you actually saved the man’s life?”