“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. I found what he told me very wonderful.” “What did he tell you?” “Well, he explained to me how it was I was out of a job. There are too many people in the world, it seems, and I was one of the unfit. I had failed in the struggle for existence, and so I had to be exterminated, he said.” “The devil he did!” exclaimed the stranger. Samuel wished that the young man would not use so many improper words; but he presumed that was one of the privileges of the successful. “I was very grateful to him,” he went on, “because, you see, I hadn't understood what it meant. But when I realized it was for the good of the race, then I didn't mind any more.” His companion stole a glance at him out of the corner of his eye. “Gee!” he said. “I had quite an argument with him. I wanted him to see that he ought to teach the people. There are thousands of people starving here in Lockmanville; and would you want to starve without knowing the reason?” “No,” said the other, “I don't think I should.” And again he looked at his companion. But the conversation was interrupted there. For some time they had been passing the place with the ten-foot iron railing; and now they came to the great stone entrance with the name “Fairview” carved upon it. To Samuel's surprise they turned in. “Where are you going?” he asked. “Home,” said the other. And Samuel started. “Do you live here?” he gasped. “Yes,” was the reply. Samuel stared at the familiar driveway with the stately elms, and the lawns with the peacocks and lyre birds. “This is one of the places where I asked for work,” he said. “They ordered me out.” “The deuce they did!” exclaimed the other. “Well, they won't order you out now.” There was a pause. “You haven't told me your name,” put in Samuel suddenly. “I thought you'd guess,” said the other with a laugh. “How could I?” “Why--don't you know what place this is?” “No,” said Samuel. “What?” And his companion replied, “It's the Lockman place.” Samuel caught his breath and clutched at the seat.