They went out of the Nestor yard, many of the crowd that had
gathered during the rescue following. The doctor administered
some more stimulant in the shape of aromatic spirits of ammonia
to the man, who, after his momentary revival, had again lapsed
into a state of stupor.

"Who is he?" asked Tom, as the physician knelt down beside the
silent form.

"I don't know," said Mr. Nestor. "I know quite a number
connected with the fireworks factory, but this man is a stranger
to me."

"I've seen him going into the main offices several times,"
remarked Mary, who was standing beside Tom. "He seemed to be one
of the company officers."

"I don't believe so, Mary," stated her father. "I know most of
the fireworks company officials, and I'm sure this man is not one
of them. Poor fellow! He seems to be in a bad way."

"Mentally, as well as physically," put in Ned. "He acted as if
sorry that we had saved his life."

"Too bad," murmured Mary, and then a policeman, who had just
come into the yard to get the facts for his report, looked at the
figure lying on the grass, and said:

"I know him."