"Don't say anything about this accident, please," said the young man
suddenly.
"I won't," said Samuel.
"My friends are always teasing me because I drive horses," he
explained.
"Why not?" asked the other.
"Well, everybody drives motors nowadays. But my father stood by
horses, and I learned to be fond of them."
"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.
"No," said the other. "My father thought the world of Old Stew," he
added; "but he used to bore the life out of me. How'd you find him?"
"Well," answered Samuel, "you see, I haven't had any of your
advantages.
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