“That’s right—stick to the main point,” returned Luke. “Well, he said the men had ridden on the same train a couple of times before, but what their business was or what they talked about, he didn’t know.”
“Were they in the moving picture business?”
“That he couldn’t say. In fact, I didn’t mention it,” was the collegian’s answer. “The more I stop to think of it the less I like that moving picture theory.”
“But there must be some explanation of their remark about ten thousand dollars,” insisted Ruth. “Ten thousand dollars don’t grow on every bush, you know.”
“More’s the pity,” remarked Luke. “If it did I’d be out picking some now. College is frightfully expensive!” he added, with a sigh.
“I’m sure it must be. But you haven’t much longer.”
“I don’t know. When I look ahead to the time when I’ll graduate—if I don’t flunk out—it seems——”
There came an interruption. Sammy Pinkney, who had been playing in the yard in the bright moonlight with Tess and Dot, came up to the corner of the porch where Ruth and Luke were having this conversation.
“Excuse me,” said Sammy, with startling politeness for him, “but some one wants to see you, Ruth.”
“Some one to see me, Sammy?”