"I don't think so."
"I thought he might be in his room, and so came up. But he doesn't appear to be there."
"I think he went out after supper," said Ellen, accepting the explanation.
"Well, it doesn't matter. I shall see him to-morrow morning, at any rate."
Loammi went downstairs and out into the street once more.
"It is well I had my wits about me," he thought, complacently. "That was a pretty good explanation. Ellen won't suspect anything. She will think it is all right."
Loammi walked briskly. He was in good spirits, for it made him feel comfortable to think he had six dollars in his pocket. He could not remember the time when he had so much money in his pocket at once.
"An ice cream would taste good," he thought.
Like many young people, Loammi had a weakness for ice cream.
He walked over to Sixth Avenue, and entered a small ice cream saloon. Just at the door he met Paul Granger. He was already entering the saloon, when he caught sight of Paul.