"Those fearful creatures outside would have left me to burn to death," she cried impulsively, "if this brave man had not swept them aside and brought me in here to safety. I had the narrowest of escapes. I was just lifted clear of the car when the gasoline took fire and the limousine burst into flames."
"You forgot that the women were excited by the injury to the poor little girl," put in Barton, almost timidly. "I don't. It wasn't my fault - the child ran right under the wheels!"
The president was greatly shaken by the dramatic developments of the hour, but he was naturally thankful for the preservation of his daughter from a terrible death, and thanked John warmly.
"You must forget what I said to you just now, my lad," he said. "You are a cut above those idiots outside. Don't waste yourself on them any longer. They are nothing but cattle, it only to be driven. You can make something of yourself, if you want to. You're the right sort of men. Look at me! I was a messenger boy once today I'm a millionaire, self-made. In this world a man is just what he makes himself. That is the law. There is nothing else to it."
Rarton, notwithstanding his usual readiness of speech, was now quite tongue-tied. He took the president's outstretched hand bashfully and shook hands with Reeves and Mary, not failing to notice that the girl clasped his work-hard.  Elegantly lingers in both of her small, well-mannered hands; then, after a moment's hesitation, he turned out. 