"How did _you_ come to be burned like this?"
"I ran in from the garden when she screamed, and I got her down and
scrambled out the flames somehow with my hands and jacket. You see, I
_had_ to be Lionheart," he added softly.
"Lionheart, is _he_ your hero, the crusader king?"
Dick nodded, half scared at finding his cherished aspirations shared by
another.
"But there is a living Leader to follow, my boy, who is better than all
the knights of old. Do you know whom I mean?"
"Yes, sir, the Lord Jesus."
"Yes, He is the Lion of Judah, and the true Captain of all true
crusaders to-day. Follow Him, and he will make you Lionheart indeed."
Then turning to Mrs. Fowley, he said in a different tone, "You owe your
child's life to this brave little lad. Now take care of him in return.
He'll not be able to work for a good while, and he wants feeding up as
well. He has no business to be so thin and ill-nourished. See that
his hands are kept covered, and Susy's arm too. I'll send liniment
down to-night for both. And you will have to nurse the baby yourself,
and do the work for many a day."
The old doctor's voice was stern as he finished, for he had known
Dick's father and mother in their own tidy little home, and he hated
Mrs. Fowley's drinking habits, and her neglect of the children, and
unkindness to the orphan boy.
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