you this fine cold, young man?"

Grandpa Horton tried to frown at Bob, but he only succeeded in smiling.
And Bob smiled back.

"I did catch a little cold," the boy admitted. "You see, my feet were
sort of wet. But it's most gone now."

"I hope it is. But you're hoarse yet," said Grandpa Horton. "So
you're the lad who kept his head and brought my Sunny Boy safely
ashore. There are a number of folks at our house, Bob, who would like
to tell you what they think of you. We looked everywhere for you the
next day and for several days afterward."

"Don't let anybody come!" croaked Bob in his poor, hoarse voice.
"Please, don't let 'em come, sir. It was nothing to do. I only kept
the lunatics from walking on the little chap. I hate people making a
fuss."

"There, there, no one shall make a fuss," Grandpa Horton promised him.
"Don't tire your throat with talking. I want to have a word with your
mother and father, Bob, so I'll leave Sunny Boy to entertain you. He
can do enough talking for two boys when he gets started."

Grandpa Horton went into the other room, and left Sunny Boy and Bob
alone. There was no chair for Sunny Boy to sit on, so he stood beside
Bob and talked to him. He told him about the "other grandpa" and the
funny mistake the short man who wore glasses had made. And he told Bob
what the tall policeman had said about good boys not being afraid of
the police.