“No; I am a native of New York State.
“A year ago I was a member of the sophomore class of Euclid College.”
“That is strange!” ejaculated Barry. “What is strange?”
“Colonel Owen, the owner of the horse, is an old graduate of the same institution.”
“Is it possible?” exclaimed Walter, in genuine amazement.
“It is quite true. I am glad to have made the discovery. It will prepossess him in your favor, and this, I need hardly say, will be a great point gained. Well, I believe I have obtained all the data I require, and I will now go home and think over your case. I wish I could take you with me.”
“I wish you could; I hate to be left in such a place.”
“Cheer up, Mr. Sherwood. It won't be for long, I predict. You may rest assured of my best efforts in your behalf. I will at once telegraph for Colonel Owen.”
The evening glided wearily away. Walter threw himself on his pallet and was nearly asleep when a confused noise was heard outside, and heavy blows were rained upon the outer door.
“What does it mean?” asked Walter, bewildered.