"Boy, what's your name?" he asked.
"Luke Larkin," our hero answered, in surprise.
"Where do you live?"
"In the village yonder."
"Will you do me a favor?"
"What is it, sir?"
"Take this tin box and carry it to your home. Keep it under
lock and key till I call for it."
"Yes, sir, I can do that. But how shall I know you again?"
"Take a good look at me, that you may remember me."
"I think I shall know you again, but hadn't you better give
me a name?"
"Well, perhaps so," answered the other, after a moment's thought.
"You may call me Roland Reed. Will you remember?"
"Yes, sir."
"I am obliged to leave this neighhorhood at once, and can't
conveniently carry the box," explained the stranger.
"Here's something for your trouble."
Luke was about to say that he required no money, when it
occurred to him that he had no right to refuse, since money was
so scarce at home. He took the tin box and thrust the bank-bill
into his vest pocket. He wondered how much it was, but it was
too dark to distinguish.
"Good night!" said Luke, as the stranger turned away.
"Good night!" answered his new acquaintance, abruptly.
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