“She’s sleeping quietly,” she said. “Everything is favorable. Don’t worry. I think she will get well.” “Oh, I’m so glad!” exclaimed Mrs. Dexter. Larry went outdoors. In the street he found quite a crowd of persons who lived in the apartment house, and who, having heard about the operation, were anxious to know how it had come out. They were full of sympathy for the sick girl, and almost overwhelmed Larry with questions, several women surrounding him and wanting to know all about how “the poor dear child was coming on.” Larry told them as best he could. It would be some time, he said, before it would be known whether the operation was a success or not, but they hoped for the best. “We’ll all pray for her,” said a motherly old German woman. “We want to see her runnin’ about with the other children.” The days that followed were full of anxiety. The doctor came every day, bringing words of cheer and comfort. The nurse was very kind, and the neighbors could not seem to do enough for the family. Larry went back to work, as Dr. Carrolton told him there was no immediate danger nor chance of a change. Lucy had to wear a plaster cast for several weeks, and not until this could be taken off would it be known whether she was better. In the meanwhile they could only hope. One afternoon, about two weeks later, when the last edition of the _Leader_ was about to go to press, there came a telegram from a small village called Stoneville, about fifty miles from New York, to the effect that the rising waters, caused by a long period of rain, had so swollen the rivers and streams that a large dam, just above the town, threatened to break. “If that goes there’ll be lots of damage done, and maybe people killed,” said Mr. Newton, who was in the office at the time. “How do you know?” asked Mr. Emberg. “Because I spent my vacation in that town once,” replied the reporter. “It’s in a valley surrounded by hills. The dam is at the upper end. It is used to make a reservoir for several large mills. If the dam breaks it’s going to wipe out the village of Stoneville.” “Hum,” said the city editor, in a thoughtful tone. “I guess we’d better cover that. You haven’t anything special on now, have you, Newton?” “No, I guess not.” “Then I think you had better go there. Start to-night, and wire us back all the stuff you can. Don’t let the other fellows beat you.” “Not if I can help it.” “Perhaps you’d better take someone with you. I can send one of the men.” “If I take anyone I think I’d rather have Larry,” said Mr. Newton. “He can run the copy to the telegraph office, he knows how to use the telephone, and he’ll keep his ears and eyes open for news. Larry will do first-rate.” “Then you can take him,” said the city editor. “I guess his sister is in no danger now. I’ll find out.” Larry hardly knew what to say when the city editor proposed that he accompany Mr. Newton. “I’d like to go,” he said, “if I only knew----”