He seems like any ordinary, well-to-do young fellow, and a couple of days in the hospital ought to put him upon his feet again." "But Sangoa, Uncle; is that a town or a country ?" "Some out-of-the-way village, I suppose.

People are here from every crack and corner of America, you know." "It sounds a bit Spanish," commented Arthur.

"Maybe he is from Mexico." "Maybe," agreed Uncle John.

"Anyhow, Maud has saved his life, and if it's worth anything to him he ought to be grateful." "Never mind that," said Maud, flushing prettily with embarrassment as all eyes turned upon her, "I'm glad I noticed him in time; but now that he is all right he need never know who it was that rescued him.

And, for that matter, sir, Patsy Doyle and Mr.Weldon did as much for him as I.
Perhaps they saved us both, while your promptness in getting him to the hospital was the main factor in saving his life." "Well, it's all marked down in the hospital books," remarked Uncle John.
"I had to tell the whole story, you see, as a matter of record, and all our names are there, so none can escape the credit due her--or him." "In truth," said Mrs.Montrose with a smile, "it really required four of you to save one slender boy." "Yes, he needed a lot of saving," laughed Flo.