Denton.
"I should be very glad to have you look in at my billiard-
room, Mr. Linton," continued Tony.
"Thank you sir, but I don't think my father would like to
have me visit a billiard-saloon--at any rate, till I am older."
"Oh, I'll see that you come to no harm. If you don't want to
play, you can look on."
"At any rate, I am obliged to you for your polite invitation."
"Oh, I like to have the nice boys of the village around me.
Your friend Randolph Duncan often visits me."
"So I have heard," replied Linton.
"Well, I won't keep you, but remember my invitation."
"I am not very likely to accept," thought Linton. "I have heard
that Randolph visits the billiard-room too often for his good."
CHAPTER XXXVII
AN INCIDENT ON THE CARS
As soon as possible, Luke started on his return to New York.
He had enjoyed his journey, but now he felt a longing to see
home and friends once more. His journey to Chicago was uneventful.
He stayed there a few hours, and then started on his way home.
On his trip from Chicago to Detroit he fell in with an old
acquaintance unexpectedly.
When about thirty miles from Detroit, having as a seatmate
a very large man, who compressed him within uncomfortable
limits, he took his satchel, and passing into the car next forward,
took a seat a few feet from the door.
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