"Not right away. Mother will want to see you, Van."
Van shook his head resolutely.
"I'll be back again soon, Ralph," he promised. "I wish I could tell you more, but it's not my business."
"That's all right. Van. I don't want to pry into your secrets."
Van restored the picture to his pocket. He sighed with a glance at the house, as if it would indeed be a pleasure to have a chat with his adopted mother, Mrs. Fairbanks.
"Oh, Ralph!" he said suddenly, checking himself as he was about to move away—"have you ever heard anything more about those twenty thousand dollars railroad bonds?"
"Have I?" spoke Ralph animately; "I seem to be hearing about them every step I take, lately!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, but always in a vague, unsatisfactory way. What made you ask that question, Van?" inquired Ralph, with a keen glance at his companion.
"Oh, nothing," declared Van carelessly. "I was just thinking, that's all. You see, Mr. Gibson is a rare, good fellow."
"He did me some rare, good service—I know that," said Ralph warmly.
