Walter Gale shook his head.

“I must wait till I have improved,” he said, “or you will beat me every time.”

Conrad would much prefer to have beaten Andy, but the two dollars gave him not a little satisfaction.

“Mr. Gale must be rich,” he reflected.  “I wish I could get in with him.”

“As Andy has to work on the farm,” he said, “I shall be glad to go out with you any afternoon.”

“Thank you; but I have made an arrangement with Andy that will save him from the necessity of farm work.”

Conrad opened his eyes in surprise.

Later in the evening, when he met Andy at the village store, he asked: 

“How much does Mr. Gale pay you for going with him?”

“The arrangement is private, Conrad, or I would tell you.”

“How much are you with him?”

“I go to the hotel at nine o’clock in the morning.”

“What do you do then?”

“He calls me his private secretary.”

“Do you get as much as three dollars a week?”

“I am sorry, I can’t tell you.”

“Oh, well, if it is such a profound secret.  You seem to have got in with him.”

“He treats me very kindly.”

“Is he rich?”

“I don’t know, but I presume he is.”

“I don’t see what keeps him in such a dull hole as Arden, when he could live in the city and be in the midst of things.”

“At any rate, it is lucky for me that he chooses to stay here.”

“What on earth does he want of a private secretary?” demanded Conrad.

“Perhaps you had better ask him.”

“Probably he only hires you out of pity.”

“I won’t trouble myself about his motives, as long as he appears to like having me with him.”

Several days passed.  The mornings were spent in study, the afternoons on the pond.

There had been no change in the program, so that Andy was surprised when, one morning, Mr. Gale said: 

“We will omit our lessons this morning; I am going to send you to Benton on an errand.”

“Very well, sir.”

“I have an account with the bank, and will send a check by you to be cashed.”

“All right, sir.”

“I will engage a top buggy for you at the hotel stable.  I suppose you are used to driving?”

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“And I suppose you know the way to Benton?”

“I have been there a good many times.”

“Then there will be no trouble.”

“When do you want me to start?”

“At eleven o’clock.  That would get you home late to dinner.  You may, therefore, stop and dine at the hotel in Benton.”

This would make it a day’s excursion.  Andy liked driving, and the visit to Benton would be a pleasure to him.

“I will run home and tell mother I shall not be back to dinner,” he said.

“Very well.  Be back here at eleven o’clock.”