"
"I can't understand that at all, Luke. You say you did not
know this man?"
"I never met him before."
"And, of course, he does not know you?"
"No, for he asked my name."
"Yet he put what may be valuable property in your possession."
"I think," said Luke, shrewdly, "he had no one else to trust
it to. Besides, a country boy wouldn't be very likely to make
use of stocks and bonds."
"No, that is true. I suppose the tin box is locked?"
"Yes, mother. The owner--he says his name is Roland
Reed--wishes it put under lock and key."
"I can lock it up in my trunk, Luke."
"I think that will be a good idea."
"I hope he will pay you for your trouble when he takes away
the tin box."
"He has already. I forgot to mention it," and Luke drew from his
vest pocket, the bank-note he had thrust in as soon as received.
"Why, it's a ten-dollar bill!" he exclaimed. "I wonder whether
he knew he was giving me as much?"
"I presume so, Luke," said his mother, brightening up. "You
are in luck!"
"Take it, mother. You will find a use for it."
"But, Luke, this money is yours."
"No, it is yours, for you are going to take care of the box.
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