"
"This is my father," went on Doc Linyard to Richard. "Pop, here is a
chum as I picked up on the road. His name is Mr. Dare, and he saved
my life."
"Saved your life?" queried the old man doubtfully.
As he spoke a door in the rear opened, and a buxom woman of thirty
tripped out. She came straight up to the sailor and gave him a hearty
kiss.
"No luck, Betty," said Linyard soberly.
"No?"
"Not a bit. Couldn't locate 'em nohow."
"It's too bad, Doc."
"And he says his life was saved by this chap," put in the old man, who
had been gazing at Richard ever since the assertion had been made.
"Yes; we've both had strange adventures in the last twelve hours."
This bold praise made Richard blush.
"Oh, I didn't do as much as all that," he exclaimed. "I only helped
him out of the car, just as I would have helped any one."
"No sech thing, he did lots."
And sitting down near the counter, Doc Linyard gave a graphic account
of all that had transpired.
"I thank you very much," said Mrs. Linyard, when her husband had
finished. "I know Doc won't forget what you did, and neither will I."
She gave the boy's hand a tight squeeze. "Won't you have some supper
with us?"
Richard hesitated. He always was backward in accepting favors.
"Come don't say no," urged Doc Linyard.
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