"Judge," he said, "if I may interrupt--"

"Why, surely, professor," said the other pleasantly.

"I may possibly be able to find something for the boy to do."

"Ah, that will be fine!"

"He seems to be a capable young fellow and might be worth helping."

"The very thing, professor. Samuel, this is Professor Stewart, of
Lockman College."

Samuel was very glad to meet the professor. He was a trim little
gentleman, with a carefully cut black beard and gold-rimmed
eyeglasses.

"Here is my card," he said; "and if you'll come to see me to-morrow
morning at my house, we'll see what we can do."

"Thank you very much," said the boy, and put the card in his pocket.
Then, realizing suddenly that the policeman had let go of his arm, and
that he was free, he turned and made his way through the gate.

"A diverting episode," said the professor.

"Yes," said the judge, with a smile. "We have them now and then, you
see."