It was an anxious moment for Harry as he stood waving the danger signal, uncertain whether it would attract the attention of the engineer. It did! The engineer, though not understanding the meaning of the signal, not knowing indeed, but it might be a boy’s freak, prudently heeded it, and reversing the engine, stopped the train a short distance of the place of danger. “Thank God!” exclaimed Harry, breathing a deep sigh of relief. The engineer alighted from the train, and when he looked ahead, needed no explanation. “My boy!” he said, with a shudder, “you have saved the train.” “I am glad of it, sir. My heart was in my mouth, lest you should not see my signal.” By this time the passengers, whose curiosity had been roused by the sudden halt, began to pour out of the cars. When they saw the washout, strong men turned pale, and ladies grew faint, while many a fervent ejaculation of gratitude was heard at the wonderful escape. “We owe our lives to this boy!” said the engineer. “It was he who stood on the fence and signaled me. We owe our deliverance to this--tablecloth.” A small man, somewhat portly, pushed his way up to Harry. “What is your name, my lad?” he asked, brusquely. “Harry Vane.” “I am the president and leading stockholder of the road, and my property has come very near being the death of me. Gentlemen”--here the president turned to the group of gentlemen around him--“don’t you think this boy deserves a testimonial?” “Yes, yes!” returned the gentlemen, in chorus. “So do I, and I lead off with a subscription of twenty dollars.” One after another followed the president’s lead, the president himself making the rounds bareheaded, and gathering the contributions in his hat. “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 some small share of the money, as an acknowledgment for the use of her property.