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"If Luke was guiding you to the train, I will take his place, sir."
"Thank you, but perhaps I had better keep him with me, and cross-examine him a little. I suppose I can depend upon your keeping your eyes upon him, and letting me know of any suspicious conduct on his part?"
"Yes, sir, I will do it with pleasure," Randolph announced promptly.
He felt sure that he had excited Mr. Armstrong's suspicions, and defeated any plans Luke might have cherished of getting in with the capitalist.
"Have you anything more to communicate?" asked Mr. Armstrong, politely.
"No, sir; I thought it best to put you on your guard."
"I quite appreciate your motives, Master Randolph. I shall keep my eyes open henceforth, and hope in time to discover the real perpetrator of the robbery. Now, Luke."
"I have dished you, young fellow!" thought Randolph, with a triumphant glance at the unconscious Luke. He walked away in high self-satisfaction.
"Luke," said Mr. Armstrong, as they resumed their walk, "Randolph seems a very warm friend of yours."
"I never thought so," said Luke, with an answering smile. "I am glad if he has changed."
"What arrangements do you think I have made with him?"
"I don't know, sir."
"I have asked him to keep his eye on you, and, if he sees anything suspicious, to let me know."
Luke would have been disturbed by this remark, had not the smile on Mr. Armstrong's face belied his words.
"Does he think you are in earnest, sir?"
"Oh, yes, he has no doubt of it. He warned me of your character, and said he was quite sure that you and your friend Mr. Reed were implicated in the bank robbery. I told him I would cross-examine you, and see what I could find out. Randolph told me that you were only a working boy, which I p.r.o.nounced to be very much against you."
Luke laughed outright.
"I think you are fond of a practical joke, Mr. Armstrong," he said.
"You have fooled Randolph very neatly."
"I had an object in it," said Mr. Armstrong quietly. "I may have occasion to employ you in the matter, and if so, it will be well that no arrangement is suspected between us. Randolph will undoubtedly inform his father of what happened this morning."
"As I said before, sir, I am ready to do anything that lies in my power."
Luke could not help feeling curious as to the character of the service he would be called upon to perform. He found it difficult to hazard a conjecture, but one thing at least seemed clear, and this was that Mr. Armstrong was disposed to be his friend, and as he was a rich man his friends.h.i.+p was likely to amount to some thing.
They had now reached the depot, and in ten minutes the train was due.
"Don't wait if you wish to get to work, Luke," said Mr.
Armstrong kindly.
"My work can wait; it is nearly finished," said Luke.
The ten minutes pa.s.sed rapidly, and with a cordial good-bye, the capitalist entered the train, leaving Luke to return to his modest home in good spirits.
"I have two influential friends, now," he said to himself--"Mr.
Reed and Mr. Armstrong. On the whole, Luke Larkin, you are in luck, your prospects look decidedly bright, even if you have lost the janitors.h.i.+p."
CHAPTER XXIII
RANDOLPH AND HIS CREDITOR
Though Randolph was pleased at having, as he thought, put a spoke in Luke's wheel, and filled Mr. Armstrong's mind with suspicion, he was not altogether happy. He had a little private trouble of his own. He had now for some time been a frequenter of Tony Denton's billiard saloon, patronizing both the table and the bar. He had fallen in with a few young men of no social standing, who flattered him, and, therefore, stood in his good graces. With them he played billiards and drank. After a time he found that he was exceeding his allowance, but in the most obliging way Tony Denton had offered him credit.
"Of course, Mr. Duncan"--Randolph felt flattered at being addressed in this way--"of course, Mr. Duncan, your credit is good with me.
If you haven't the ready money, and I know most young gentlemen are liable to be short, I will just keep an account, and you can settle at your convenience."
This seemed very obliging, but I am disposed to think that a boy's worst enemy is the one who makes it easy for him to run into debt.
Randolph was not wholly without caution, for he said: "But suppose, Tony, I am not able to pay when you want the money?"
"Oh, don't trouble yourself about that, Mr. Duncan," said Tony cordially. "Of course, I know the standing of your family, and I am perfectly safe. Some time you will be a rich man."
"Yes, I suppose I shall," said Randolph, in a consequential tone.
"And it is worth something to me to have my saloon patronized by a young gentleman of your social standing."
Evidently, Tony Denton understood Randolph's weak point, and played on it skillfully. He a.s.sumed an air of extra consequence, as he remarked condescendingly: "You are very obliging, Tony, and I shall not forget it."
Tony Denton laughed in his sleeve at the boy's vanity, but his manner was very respectful, and Randolph looked upon him as an humble friend and admirer.
"He is a sensible man, Tony; he understands what is due to my position," he said to himself.
After Denton's visit to New York with Prince Duncan, and the knowledge which he then acquired about the president of the Groveton Bank, he decided that the time had come to cut short Randolph's credit with him. The day of reckoning always comes in such cases, as I hope my young friends will fully understand.
Debt is much more easily contracted than liquidated, and this Randolph found to his cost.
One morning he was about to start on a game of billiards, when Tony Denton called him aside.
"I would like to speak a word to you, Mr. Duncan," he said smoothly.
"All right, Tony," said Randolph, in a patronizing tone. "What can I do for you?"
"My rent comes due to-morrow, Mr. Duncan, and I should be glad if you would pay me a part of your account. It has been running some time--"
Randolph's jaw fell, and he looked blank.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked.
Tony referred to a long ledgerlike account-book, turned to a certain page, and running his fingers down a long series of items, answered, "Twenty-seven dollars and sixty cents."
"It can't be so much!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Randolph, in dismay. "Surely you have made a mistake!"