"I am to draw on him for what I want."

"Say, won't you write me a letter from Chicago? I wish I had known you
were going; I would have asked pa to let me go with you."

Andy was amused at Conrad's change of front. He knew very well that
Conrad was no more his friend than before, but that his notions were
strictly selfish. However, he promised to write to him if he could get
time, and made the promise in good faith.

"I wish Valentine were going with me," he thought; "but I should not
enjoy Conrad's company."

Andy's journey to Chicago was uneventful. About two hours before the
train arrived a tall man left his seat on the opposite side of the car
and seated himself beside Andy.

"Good-morning," he began. "I suppose, like me, you propose to stop in
Chicago?"

"For about twenty-four hours," answered Andy.

"And then you go on further?"

"Yes, sir."

"How far?"

"I cannot tell you definitely," answered Andy, who thought it wise to be