to the ground. Regaining the wagon he drove quickly into the street before his astonished enemies could act any further.
"Poor fellow," said Ralph, looking at the lad in the wagon. "Now, what am I ever going to do with him?"
Ralph reflected for a moment or two. Then he started in the direction of home. He was sleepy and tired out, and he realized that the present episode might interfere with some of his plans for the day, but he was a whole-hearted, sympathetic boy and could not resist the promptings of his generous nature.
The young fireman soon reached the pretty little cottage that was his home, so recently rescued from the sordid clutches of old Gasper Farrington. He halted the team in front of the place and entered the house at once.
"Here I am, mother," he said cheerily.
Mrs. Fairbanks greeted him with a smile of glad welcome.
"I was quite anxious about you when I heard of the wreck, Ralph," she said with solicitude. He had not been home since that happening.
"It was not a wreck, mother," corrected Ralph. Then he briefly recited the incidents of the hold-up.
"It seems as though you were destined to meet
