"A thoroughly good boy, and a smart boy, too!" said Armstrong
to himself. "I must see if I can't give him a chance to rise.
He seems absolutely reliable."
On the way to the depot they met Randolph Duncan, who
eyed them curiously. He recognized Mr. Armstrong as the owner
of the stolen bonds--and was a good deal surprised to see him in
such friendly conversation with Luke. Knowing Mr. Armstrong
to be a rich man, he determined to claim acquaintance.
"How do you do, Mr. Armstrong?" he said, advancing with
an ingratiating smile.
"This is Randolph Duncan," said Luke--whom, by the way,
Randolph had not thought it necessary to notice.
"I believe I have met the young gentleman before," said Mr.
Armstrong politely, but not cordially.
"Yes, sir, I have seen you at our house," continued Randolph--
"my father is president of the Groveton Bank. He will be
very glad to see you. Won't you come home with me?"
"I have already called upon your father," said Mr. Armstrong.
"I am very sorry your bonds were stolen, Mr. Armstrong."
"Not more than I am, I assure you," returned Mr. Armstrong,
with a quizzical smile.
"Could I speak with you a moment in private, sir?" asked
Randolph, with a significant glance at Luke.
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