“Fifteen. I tell you what, Mr. Tyler. The girls are down under the bridge. Wait a minute till I call down to them to send Syd over as soon as he comes. Then I’ll go home with you and needn’t leave you.” “All right. You’re very good to me, Roy Pell.” The miser sank back on the grass, while Roy hurried to the edge of the bluff and making a trumpet of his hands, called down: “Eva! Jess!” “Yes, are you all right, Roy?” came back the answer in Eva’s tones. “All O. K., but Mr. Tyler’s a little done up. I’m going home with him. And he wants you to send Syd over as soon as he gets back. It’s some business matter, quite important, and we may both be late for tea. Don’t wait. Do you understand?” “Yes, all right. We’ll go to meet Syd now. Shall we send the doctor, too?” Roy thought a minute. “Yes. I think you’d better,” he called down. “I told them to send the doctor to your house,” he reported to Mr. Tyler. He half expected the latter to raise a protest, but he didn’t. “All right,” he said feebly. “He’ll do for one of the witnesses. Now.” Roy bent down so that the old man might lean on his shoulder. He put one arm about his back to steady him, and thus supported he was able to move slowly along the cinder path beside the track. “What did you attempt to walk across the trestle for, Mr. Tyler?” asked Roy. “I made up my mind suddenly to go to town,” was the answer. “There wasn’t time to go around by the turnpike. I thought I could get across before the train came. I’ve seen boys go over it.” “But you’re not a boy,” rejoined Roy, with a smile. “No. I’m not a boy,” and Roy could feel a shudder pass through the arm that was resting on his shoulder. Mr. Tyler lived in a house not far from the Burdock station. An old woman did the cooking for him and went home at night. For the rest he dwelt almost like a hermit, and so far as any one knew he had not a relative in the world. But the report had gone out as it always does in such cases, that he was very rich, and now his desire to see a lawyer and make a will convinced Roy that for once rumor must be right. “I wonder how much he’s got and to whom he’ll leave it?” he asked himself, but now they were within sight of the little house and the old man leaned so heavily upon him, that all his attention was centered on getting him safely to the end of their journey. By the time this was accomplished Mr. Tyler was so completely exhausted that he dropped down on the first chair they reached. “After you are rested a bit,” said Roy, “I’ll help you to get to bed.” “No, no,” protested the old man; “so many people die in their beds. Go and tell Ann to get a little more for dinner to-night. You and Sydney must stay and eat it with me. It will take quite a time to have my will drawn up. You’ll find her in the kitchen.” The woman was not much surprised when Roy told her of the condition in which her master had come home.