“Is that so? Where?”
“Out in a town in Illinois. You remember that the big boys rode you out of town on a rail.”
“Is that so, pa?” gasped Septimus in horror-struck amazement, “I don’t remember anything of the kind,” said Mr. Snowdon, disconcerted. “You must have mistaken the person.”
“Not at all. No one who had once met you would be likely to forget you, Mr. Snowdon.”
“We will drop this subject, if you please,” said Snowdon peevishly. “Where is the boy that went out with you this morning?”
“I really cannot say.”
“That answer is not satisfactory. Do you know who that boy is?”
“He says his name is Bernard Brooks.”
“That is true, and he is a pupil of mine.”
“Was a pupil of yours, like myself?”