"By the way, Luke," he observed at last, "there's something I missed hearing from you at Tipton. Remember?"
"Let's see," said Luke musingly. "Oh, yes—you mean about your being an heir?"
"That's it."
Luke became animated at once.
"I've often thought about that," he said. "You know I was all struck of a heap when you first told me your name!"
"Yes."
"And asked if you was Andy Wildwood, the heir? Do you remember?"
"Exactly."
"Well, it was funny, but early on the day I came to the circus I was tramping it along a creek. About three miles out of town I should think, I lay down to rest among some bushes. Ten minutes after I'd got there a boat rowed by some persons came along. They beached it right alongside the brush. Then one of them, a boy, lifted a mail bag from the bottom of the skiff."
"A mail bag—- a boy?" repeated Andy, with a start of intelligence. "Did you hear his name?"