"Not a bit--a little shaken up, that's all. I should not have been on that bridge, as a section hand warned me a train was due, and the trestle is very narrow. But I was taking a short cut. Railroads seem to bring me bad luck. This is the second time, in a little while, that I've had trouble on this same line." Grace was rummaging about in the valise she carried. "Where's our alcohol stove?" she demanded, of Mollie. "Why? What do you want of it?" "I'm going to make him a cup of hot chocolate. He must need it; poor fellow!" "I'll help you," said Mollie, and the two set up the little heating apparatus in the lee of a big rock. "Are you sure you're not hurt?" asked Betty, anxiously. "Oh, I'm all right," the man assured the girls. "I wish I had some dry clothes. This is about the only suit I have. However, the sun will soon dry them, but they'll need pressing." "We're making you some chocolate," spoke Grace. "It will be ready soon, and keep you from getting cold." The man--he was young and good-looking--smiled, showing his even, white teeth. "You seemed prepared for emergencies," he said to Betty. "Are you professional travelers?" "Just on a walking tour. We're from Deepdale. We're going home to-morrow, after stopping over night in Judgeville. We were just going to get our noon-day lunch when we saw you jump." "Indeed," remarked the young man, who was now wringing out his vest. "From Deepdale; eh? I've been through there on the train. This line runs there; doesn't it?" and he motioned to the one he had so hastily left. "Yes," answered Betty. "But we never walk the track--though we did once for a short distance." "And we found a broken rail, and told a flagman and he said the train might have been wrecked," remarked Amy. It was the first she had spoken in some time. The young man looked at her sharply--rather too long a look, Betty thought; but there was nothing impertinent in it. "Railroads--or, rather, this one--have been the cause of two unpleasant experiences to me," the young man went on. "I was nearly injured just now, and not long ago I lost quite a sum of money on this line." At the mention of money Betty started. The others looked at her. "How did it happen?" asked Betty, and then of a sudden she stared at the young man. "Excuse me, but, but--haven't we met before?" she stammered. "Sure!" he answered, readily. "You young ladies were kind enough to share your lunch with me one day." "Oh!" cried Mollie. "But you--you looked different then!" "You had a mustache and long hair," murmured Amy. "That's right, so I did. But I had my hair cut day before yesterday and the mustache taken off. Changes me quite a lot; doesn't it?" "Yes," replied Betty. "But you were saying something about losing money on this line," she added, quickly.