"He will live," pronounced George with a great sigh of relief. "It is serious, but I have handled many such cases with sure success. Betty, Alma was so upset when we lost Harold in the crowd, that I didn't tell her he was hurt. Simply reported the telephone message that he was found, and left her rejoicing." Turning to Edgeway, he asked, "How long has he been unconscious?" "Ever since Mr. Mellor picked him up." "Ah! It was lucky then that Miss Emmit knew him. How came you here Betty?" "This is my home," she answered. "I have boarded here since my return from Ephraim. It was indeed a wonderful chance that brought Harold our way, though it was not through me, Mr. Mellor telephoned to you." "No? Through whom, then?" he asked surprised. "A Salvation Army man who helped to carry your boy home. He was quite overcome over the accident, and said he knew you slightly." "Strange!" returned George, wonderingly. "It must be someone Mrs. Cadman has helped." The doctor soon arrived, and while he and George consulted, Betty turned to Frank Edgeway who was sitting on the other side of the room, contemplating her seriously. Surely this friend deserved some explanation of the mysterious happenings. "Mr. Edgeway, this boy's mother is a very dear friend of mine. When a widow, she married Dr. Cadman. But he cares for her child as if it were his own." Edgeway received this explanation with no comment. He had witnessed her meeting with George. He felt certain this man held control of Betty's feelings. With a reckless despair, he awaited the next move. George re-entered the room. "Betty, could you manage to stay with Harold while he is here?" "You may be sure I will not leave his side," replied Betty, "and I will go with him tomorrow, and stay with Alma a few hours," she added impulsively, putting self-consideration aside. "Thank you," said George, simply. Edgeway escorted both doctors to the door. With a hurried "goodbye," they left the house. The doctor's auto stood outside. "You will, of course, let me take you home?" George was glad to accept, and he jumped in. The doctor lingered a moment, to examine his tire. As he did so, a man, coming forward out of the darkness, accosted him. George leaned forward slightly, as he distinguished the Salvation Army uniform. His face was quite indistinctly seen. "Will you kindly tell me if the boy is out of danger?" he asked in a low, eager voice--so low that George did not catch the words. "I think so," the doctor answered. "I guess his father would like to thank you for your share in the rescue," he added, nodding toward George. "There he is!" One moment he looked toward George. Then, without a word, he turned hastily, and walked rapidly away. Something in his familiar gait, made George tremble. With a sudden impulse, he jumped to the ground. "You will excuse me, I must talk with him," he said quickly. "Thank you, just the same for your wish to accompany me home."