"Take this tin box and carry it to your home. Keep it under lock
and key till I call for it."

"Yes, sir, I can do that. But how shall I know you again?"

"Take a good look at me, that you may remember me."

"I think I shall know you again, but hadn't you better give me
a name?"

"Well, perhaps so," answered the other, after a moment's thought.
"You may call me Roland Reed. Will you remember?"

"Yes, sir."

"I am obliged to leave this neighborhood at once, and can't
conveniently carry the box," explained the stranger. "Here's
something for your trouble."

Luke was about to say that he required no money, when it occurred
to him that he had no right to refuse, since money was so scarce
at home. He took the tin box and thrust the bank-bill into his
vest pocket. He wondered how much it was, but it was too dark to
distinguish.

"Good night!" said Luke, as the stranger turned away.

"Good night!" answered his new acquaintance, abruptly.

If Luke could have foreseen the immediate consequences of this