What brings you sitting here this cold night ?" "I've fell down and hurt myself," answered Tony, faintly.
"Where ?" asked the stranger.
"My leg," he answered.
The gentleman stooped down yet lower, and passed his hand gently along Tony's leg till he came to the place where his touch gave him the most acute pain.
"Broken!" he said to himself.

"My boy, where's your home ?" "I haven't got any right home," answered Tony, more faintly than before.
He felt a strange numbness creeping over him, and his lips were too parched and his tongue too heavy for speaking.

The gentleman took off his own great-coat and wrapped it well about him, placing him at the same time in a more comfortable position.

Then he ran quickly to the nearest street, hailed the first cab, and drove back to where Tony was lying.
[Illustration: TONY'S ACCIDENT.].