“We never had but one horse on the farm,” observed Samuel. “But I was fond of him.”
“What is your name?” inquired the stranger; and Samuel told him. Also he told him where he had come from and what had happened to him. He took particular pains to tell about the jail, because he did not want to deceive anyone. But his companion merely called it “an infernal outrage.”
“Where were you going now?” he asked.
“I'd just left Professor Stewart's,” replied Samuel.
“What! Old Stew? How do you come to know him?”
“He was at the court. And he said he'd get me a job, and then he found he couldn't. Do you know him?”
“Oh, yes, I had him at college, you know.”
“Oh, do you go to the college?”
“I used to—till my father died. Then I quit. I hate study.”
Samuel was startled. “I suppose you don't need to,” he said after a pause.