"I don't give a straw for what the doctor said," answered Charley, going on his knees and putting his ear to the boy's chest. "He's breathing," he continued, after a slight pause, "and of course he can't be dead. This is a night of miracles. Oh! ain't I just glad, that's all. Swanny was awfully cut up, and so were we, to think that our joke should have killed Tony." "What'll we do?" inquired Tommy. "Tell you what'll we do. You help me to carry him, and we'll put him between us in my bed, and warm him." Tommy was now strong enough to render the required assistance, and the boys succeeded in getting the supposed corpse into bed. There were no bones broken in Tony's body, though he was considerably crushed and bruised. It was an undoubted fact that he lived, for in a couple of hours he was so much recovered that he was able to speak. "Is that you, Swanny?" he asked. The little fellow was accustomed to room with his elder brother, and supposed they were in bed together. Tommy had dropped off into a deep slumber, but Charley Barker was awake. "No, Tony; it's me, Charley Barker. You know me, don't you?" he replied. "Why, certainly. But why ain't I in my own house? What has happened? I'm so sore all over." "You got hurt when the people at the lecture had a scare, and Swanny and I thought you'd be best here." "Does mother know?" "Oh, yes! Try and get to sleep, there's a good little fellow. Swanny will be here good and early in the morning." "I shall be glad to sleep, my head aches so, and I feel quite dizzy, while my body is just as if I'd been beaten all over. Good-night, Charley; it was very kind of you to take so much care of me." Then the little fellow dozed off, and Charley Barker sank to sleep with the sweet consciousness of having saved two lives that night by his lucky dream. CHAPTER V. THE MAN WITH ONE EYE. Charley Barker was up at daylight next day, and after washing the blood from Tony's face, which was much cut and disfigured, he hurried off to Swanny to acquaint him with the good news. Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Marsh had gone to bed at all, for they were mourning the loss of their darling, and, on being admitted to the house, Charley at once acquainted them with what had occurred. They could scarcely believe in the reality of such joyful tidings, but started immediately for the undertaker's. Mr. Barker, as we have said, was a rough-and-ready, fiery sort of man, who at times did not attempt to restrain his temper. The father and mother had gone alone to his house, as Charley had stayed behind to talk with Swanny. It was about seven o'clock, and Barker was not up. When he heard a furious ringing at his bell he jumped out of bed in a passion, saying to his wife, who was also aroused by the noise: "I'll teach those fools, whoever they are, not to ring my bell as if the house was on fire, dern me if I don't!"