to Franklin and desired to know how the two had become acquainted.
"He saved me from being run over," exclaimed Cora, and without waiting for Frankhn to speak told her story.
Evidently Belden Brice was deeply affected, for something like a tear gathered in the corners of each of his eyes. He took Franklin's hand again and gave it a tight squeeze.
"Well done, my boy," he said huskily.
"You are a real hero, and I shall not forget you. Come with us. My carriage is waiting to take Cora home. We will all dine together, and then we will see what can be done for you."
"Oh, thank you, sir, but I can get a lunch at the restaurant"
"Not to-day, Franklin. You must be my guest. We can talk matters over at the house better than we can at my office, which is generally full of poor inventors trying to sell their inventions."
Almost before he knew it, Franklin was seated in the carriage and being driven to the fashionable portion of the city. On the way he told Mr. Brice of his encounter with Andy Gresson.
"I will send word to my sister," said the gentleman. "And if she sees fit she can have a detective hunt the man up."
