life." "You were in serious danger. He was fast overtaking you." "I saw that he was, and I believe I should have dropped if you had not come up and saved me. How brave you were!" Grant colored with pleasure, though he disclaimed the praise. "Oh, it was nothing!" he said, modestly. "But we had better start at once, for he may revive." "Oh, let us go then," exclaimed the girl in terror, and, hardly knowing what she did, she seized Grant's arm. "See, he is beginning to stir. Do come quickly!" Clinging to Grant's arm, the two hastened away, leaving the inebriate on the ground. Grant now had leisure to view more closely the girl he had rescued. She was a very pretty girl, a year or two younger than himself, with a bright, vivacious manner, and her young rescuer thought her very attractive. "Do you live round here?" she asked. "I live in Colebrook, the village close by. I was walking from Somerset." "I should like to know the name of the one who has done me so great a service." "We will exchange names, if you like," said Grant, smiling. "My name is Grant Thornton. I am the son of Rev. John Thornton, who is minister in Colebrook." "So you are a minister's son. I have always heard that minister's sons are apt to be wild," said the girl, smiling mischievously. "I am an exception," said Grant, demurely. "I am ready to believe it," returned his companion. "My name is Carrie Clifton; my mother is a minister's daughter, so I have a right to think well of ministers' families." "How long have you been boarding in this neighborhood, Miss Carrie?" "Only a week. I am afraid I shan't dare to stay here any longer." "It is not often you would meet with such an adventure as this. I hope you won't allow it to frighten you away."