Two Boys and a Fortune, Or, the Tyler Will
"[...] "I told them to send the doctor to your house," he reported to Mr. Tyler. He half expected the latter to raise a protest, but he didn't. "All right," he said feebly. "He'll do for one of the witnesses. Now." Roy bent down so that the old man might lean on his shoulder. He put one arm about his back to steady him, and thus supported he was able to move slowly along the cinder path beside the track. "What did you attempt to walk across the trestle for, Mr. Tyler?" asked Roy. "I made up my mind suddenly to go to town," was the answer. "There wasn't time to go around by the turnpike. I thought I could get across before the train came. I've seen boys go over it." "But you're not a boy," rejoined Roy, with a smile. "No. I'm not a boy," and Roy could feel a shudder pass through the arm that was resting on his shoulder. Mr. Tyler lived in a house not far from the Burdock station. An old woman did the cooking for him and went home at night. For the rest he dwelt almost like a hermit, and so far as any one knew he had not a relative in the world. But the report had gone out as it[...]".
