"It was he that rode into the water to save your grandson.

He would have been drowned but for Mr Bellingham.

I thought once they would both have been swept away by the current, it was so strong." "The river is none so deep, either," the old woman said, anxious to diminish as much as possible the obligation she was under to one who had offended her.

"Some one else would have saved him, if this fine young spark had never been near.

He's an orphan, and God watches over orphans, they say.