“SO YOU haven’t changed your mind, young man,” said Gates, as Tom presented himself at the hotel the following evening.
“No,” said Tom, “I’m in earnest. When do you start?”
“To-morrow at ten.”
“I will be on hand.”
“By the way, what is your name? How shall we call you?”
The time had come for Tom to test the correctness of his suspicions. Fixing his eyes, but not with obtrusive attention, on the man he suspected, he answered carelessly:
“You may call me Tom Lincoln.”
Morton started and turned swiftly toward our hero.
“What name did you say?”
“Tom Lincoln.”