Left alone, the women talked about the fire, and the bravery of their young rescuer.

Due attention was paid to her young rescuer, whose dripping garments seemed for the moment as glorious as a blood-stained flag.

The engine now purred softly, the silent shifting into reverse gear told the young rescuer that a practiced hand was at the wheel.

The young rescuer, after seeing them safely disappear in the doorway, got on his horse again and trotted off to his hotel, the boy following.