“I ought to say ‘Oh, it is nothing,’ I suppose,” he reflected with a half smile. “But then that wouldn’t be the truth. From the way I feel now it was a good deal.” “I’ve missed that train, I suppose,” Mr. Tyler went on. At this Roy wanted to laugh. It sounded so ridiculous. And yet it was quite characteristic of this singular old man. But young Pell mopped his face vigorously with his handkerchief to hide his mirth and then said, rising to his feet: “Do you feel all right, Mr. Tyler?” “Oh, I guess so,” was the reply, and the old man started to get up too. But he immediately fell back again and a frightened look came into his face. CHAPTER II IN THE MISER’S HOME “Have you hurt yourself, Mr. Tyler?” asked Roy anxiously. “You didn’t break a limb when you fell, did you?” “No, no, it is here,” and the old man put his hand up to his head. “The sun was too hot for you,” went on Roy. “You haven’t got over it yet.” “I am afraid I shall never get over it, Roy Pell.” The miser looked at him in a steady way that would have frightened some boys. “And I don’t want to die yet, not till I have made my will. I must have a lawyer. Where is Sydney Pell, that brother of yours.” “He isn’t my brother. He’s a boy that father adopted when he was very young, but he’s better than a good many brothers. And he’s a good lawyer, too. Would you like to see him. He’ll be back on the five-thirty train.” “Yes, I should like to see him if it won’t be too late. What time is it now? You haven’t got a watch, have you? Look at mine and tell me.” “Quarter past five, and now you ought to be taken home right away, and have a doctor.” “You think I am very bad then?” Again the frightened look came into the old man’s face. “No, of course not. Lots of people have to call the doctor when they’re not going to die.” “Don’t speak of dying. I’m afraid to die. See, I don’t mind telling you so. And I ought to be. I haven’t done very much good in the world. There isn’t anybody I can think of will be sorry to have me go. That isn’t the way to live, Roy Pell. You ought to be happy, so happy, because you are young, and have your life before you to make it the way it should be made.” “You have life before you, too, Mr. Tyler. You are not so very old. You’re not much more than seventy.” “I’m seventy-two. But come, let me see if I can get up with your help. I want you to take me home, so you can go for Sydney. He’s a good boy, you say, one I can trust?” The old man looked in Roy’s face closely as the latter bent over him. “Sydney is the best fellow that ever lived,” replied Roy soberly. “He’s been a staff to my mother ever since father died, and has almost taken his place to us children.” “Yes, yes. I’ve heard that what your father did for him years ago was like bread cast upon the waters that’s coming back after many days. Let me see, how old are you?”