“I won’t tell you everything,” began Roy, with a quick glance up at the
trestle, “but first I’ll have to go back a little and say that almost
as far back as I can remember we’ve lived in that house you can see
down yonder with the peaked roof. We had only about enough money to
keep us comfortable, for father died when I was a little fellow, and
there were five of us children. But we had good times and I was looking
forward to the future when I would be a man and Rex and I—that’s my
twin brother—could give mother some of the luxuries with what we should
earn, for I expected that by that time Sydney would be married and have
a home of his own. You’re not bored listening to all this, are you?
There’s a more exciting part coming?”
“I never was so absorbed in a story in my life, my dear fellow. Go on,
please.”
“Well, over yonder, not far from the end of the trestle, lived an old
man—but never mind the name. At any rate he was sort of a miser, or
rather he had lots of money which he never spent and when he died he
left it all to my mother.”
“You’ve left something out I think,” interrupted Mr. Keeler, and there
was a smile about the corners of his mouth that caused Roy to flush
deeply.
CHAPTER XI
MR. CHARLES KEELER
“Well, why don’t you go on?” asked Mr. Keeler, as Roy paused.
“You’ve heard something about the affair. I can see you have by the way
you look. Please tell me what it was.”
“Only a very little,” was the reply. “As I was crossing the trestle in
the train a while ago I heard a lady behind me telling a gentleman who
was with her that this was the place where Roy Pell rescued the old
miser. So now you see I know who you are, but I hope that won’t make
any difference about your telling the story. You left off in the most
interesting place. It would be worse than the serials in the weekly
papers, for I couldn’t look forward to getting the continuation next
Saturday.”
Roy smiled and then said “All right, you’ve promised not to use it
unless I give you leave, you know. But I don’t want you to think of me
as a regular hero because I lugged that old man off the bridge. There
would have been plenty of time for me to have run down to Burdock and
stopped the train and got help there, but I really didn’t think of it.”
“Oh, no, that isn’t the part I’m interested in at all. What I want to
know is the reason you seemed so glum over having come into a fortune.
Was it much, may I inquire?”
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