“You’re right there,” declared Maxwell with watchful eyes upon the young man. “But you had your nerve with you all right, I noticed. When you swung off that running-board, it was an even chance you took. If you had missed your calculation by so much as a hair’s breadth, you would have been smashed up pretty badly, crushed between the cars, probably.” Carey gave his shoulders a slight shrug. “It’s all in a lifetime,” he said lightly. “But, say, that’s a peach of a car you’ve got. Had it long?” and they launched into a lengthy discussion of cars in general and Maxwell’s in particular. Cornelia noticed that all the time Maxwell was watching her brother keenly, intently. As he got up to leave, he asked casually: “Are you still working with the garage people?” Carey colored, and lifted his chin a trifle haughtily. “Yes. I—_yes_!” he answered defiantly. “Stick to it till something better comes along,” advised Maxwell. “It isn’t a bad line, and you get a lot of good dope about machines that won’t do you any harm in the future. You’re a good man, and there’s a good job waiting for you somewhere”; and with that he said, “Good night.” Mr. Copley came in presently with a late edition of the evening paper. He had been called to the home of his manager, who was ill, on a business consultation. He looked tired but exalted. He spread the paper out on the table under the lamp, and called the children. “See!” he said. “Do you know who that is?” They all gathered around, and behold there was Carey looking at them from the pages of the _Evening Bulletin_. Carey! Their brother! They stared and stared again. The picture had him in football garb, with one eye squinting at the sun, and a broad grin on his lips. It was Carey two years ago, on the high school football team; but it looked like him still. Beneath from a border looked forth the bold, handsome features of Brand Barlock, and to one side another border held the round, fat, impertinent face of the child who had started the car that afternoon. The article below was headed in large letters: “FOOTBALL HERO SAVES TWO LIVES. Carey Copley Jumps From Moving Car And Saves Child and Grandmother!” “Now, isn’t that the limit? How did that thing get in _there_?” demanded the young hero angrily. “And say! How’d they get my picture? Some little fool reporter went around to school, I suppose. Wouldn’t that make you mad? How’d they find that out I’d like to know? Brand never told; that’s one thing sure. Brand knows how to keep his mouth shut. You don’t suppose that guy Maxwell would give it to them, do you?” “He said he was going to see that everybody knew about it,” chuckled Louise happily. “I think it oughtta be known, don’t you, Daddy? When a boy—that is a _man_—does a big thing like saving two lives, I think everybody oughtta know how brave he is.”