"What do you mean?" demanded Luke quickly.
"What should I mean? It is evident that you robbed the bank, after all. I shall tell my father, and you may find your trouble is not over."
"Look here, Randolph Duncan!" said Luke sternly, "I look upon that as an insult, and I don't mean to be insulted. I am no more a thief than you are, and that you know."
"Do you mean to charge me with being a thief?" fumed Randolph.
"No; I only say you are as much a thief as I am. If you repeat your insult, I shall be obliged to knock you down."
"You impudent loafer!" screamed Randolph. "You'll be sorry for this. I'll have you arrested over again."
"I have no doubt you would if you had the power. I sha'n't lie awake nights thinking of it. If you have nothing more to say I will leave you."
Randolph did not reply, probably because he was at a loss what to say, but went home angry and mystified. Where could Luke have got his watch and new suit? He asked himself this many times, but no possible explanation suggested itself.
Scarcely had Luke parted with Randolph when he met his friend Linton, who surveyed Luke's improved appearance with pleasure and surprise.
"I say, Luke, are you setting up for a dude?"