Two Boys and a Fortune | Page 2

creasing his handsome forehead into a frown. "I
dare say he'll be calling me 'Can't Have It Pell' pretty soon. It was only
two months ago I asked for a bicycle and didn't get it, and there was the
new pair of skates I wanted last winter."
"Don't be late for tea," Eva called out after him as he made his way to
the shore.
She kept her eyes on the trim figure till it was hidden by the trees
which grew thick along the road that led up to town.
"Well, if anybody in this world ought to have money it is that good
looking brother of ours," remarked Jess with a sigh. "He'd appreciate it
so thoroughly. I don't wonder he's crabbed this afternoon. Just think of
the chance for a good time he's had to let slip just for lack of a little
money."
"Fifty dollars isn't a little money, Jess," returned Roy, casting his line.
"I know it isn't to us, but it is to most of the people we know, Scott
Bowman for instance. Do you suppose we shall ever be rich, Roy?"
"We are rich now; at least you and Eva are, in my opinion."
"We rich?" Eva nearly slipped from her position on the log at the
statement.
"Why, yes; haven't you both contented dispositions, and isn't that worth
a small fortune?"
"But why have you left yourself out, Roy?" Eva wanted to know.
"Surely you who never grumble, are satisfied with things."
"No, I'm not." A flash came into the boy's eyes that made him really
handsome for the moment. "I'm chafing inwardly all the while at
having to be idle this way when it seems there ought to be so much I
could do to help along."

"But you are getting ready to do it as soon as you finish school,"
rejoined his sister. "And you must have a vacation, you know. Besides,
think how much you do to help Sydney."
"Oh, I only do a little copying for him now and then."
He was going to add more, but at this point he caught that glimpse of
the man on the trestle which brought about the interruption in the talk
already described.
Roy soon emerged from the line of shade in his climb up the
embankment and the scorching afternoon sun beat down on him
mercilessly. But he did not cease his exertions to reach the top as
quickly as possible. He knew that a train for the city would be along
very soon now; he remembered the curve just beyond the bridge; the
engineer could not see whether there was an obstruction in the way,
until he should be too close on it to stop.
Then he thought of Mr. Tyler, and of how nobody liked him, with all
his money, which he hoarded like a miser. He was probably crossing
the bridge now to take the train for the city from Marley, and save the
additional five cents he might have to pay if he boarded it at Burdock,
which was much nearer his home.
But he was human, he was an old man; he was helpless now, doubtless
overcome by the heat. And there was nobody about but Roy to prevent
what might be a tragedy.
On he toiled. The loose dirt slid out from under his feet and rattled
down the hillside behind him. The perspiration poured from his face in
streams. What a contrast this was, he thought, to sitting there over the
creek placidly fishing!
He had gained the top now and, scarcely pausing to take a long breath,
he ran out over the ties till he reached Mr. Tyler's prostrate form. He
had fallen fortunately not very far from the beginning of the trestle, but
he was quite unconscious and could not help himself. Roy must carry
him away from his dangerous position.

He bent to his task, which was not such an arduous one as might be
supposed. Mr. Tyler was little more than a bag of bones, weighing not
as much as did Roy himself. The latter picked him up as carefully as he
could, not daring to look down lest he should grow dizzy. Then he
began to bear his burden back to terra firma.
He had almost reached the ground when the old man stirred and opened
his eyes. He started to struggle, but Roy looked down at him and spoke
sternly.
"Keep quiet, Mr. Tyler," he said, "or you will have us both over the
trestle."
The miser shuddered, but he made no reply and kept perfectly still till
Roy placed him on the grass in the shade of a horse chestnut tree. The
boy threw himself down beside him, and began to fan himself with his
straw hat. The