"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.
"Certainly; Luke, will you cross the road a minute? Now, young man!"
"Probably you don't know that the boy you are walking with was suspected of taking the box from the bank."
"I have heard so; but he was acquitted of the charge, wasn't he?"