I knew right away what had happened and what we had to do; I've been there before, but--" "There,--that will do, Mr.MacFarlane," interrupted the nurse.

"Come, Miss Ruth, suppose you go to your room for a while." The girl rose to her feet.
"You can come back as soon as I fix your father for the night." She pointed significantly to the patient's head, whispering, "He must not get excited." "Yes, dear daddy--I will come back just as soon as I can get the dust out of my hair and get brushed up a little," cried Ruth bravely, in the effort to hide her anxiety, "and then Aunt Felicia is downstairs." Once outside she drew the nurse, who had followed her, to the window so as to be out of hearing of the patient and then asked breathlessly: "What did Mr.Breen do ?" "I don't know exactly, but everybody is talking about him." At this moment Miss Felicia arrived at the top of the stairs: she had heard Ruth's question and had caught the dazed expression on the girl's face.
"I will tell you, my dear, what he did, for I have heard every word of it from the servants.

The blast went off before he and your father had reached the opening of the tunnel.

They left your father for dead, then John Breen crawled back on his hands and knees through the dreadful smoke until he reached him, lifted him up on his shoulders and carried him out alive.

That's what he did; and he is a big, fine, strong, noble fellow, and I am going to tell him so the moment I get my eyes on him.
And that is not all.