“Very well.  If he’s innocent he can prove it when he’s brought to trial,” said the conductor.  “As for you, sir, it’s none of your business.”

“Young man, you asked me a short time since who I am.  Do you want to know?”

“I am not very particular.”

“Then, sir, I have to inform you that I am Richard Grant, the president of this road.”

The conductor’s face was a curious and interesting study when he heard this announcement.  He knew that the old man whom he had insulted had a right to discharge him from his position, and bully as he had shown himself, he was now inclined to humble himself to save his place.

“I beg your pardon, sir,” he said in a composed tone.  “If I had known who you were I wouldn’t have spoken as I did.”

“I had a claim to be treated like a gentleman, even if I had no connection with the road,” he said.

“If you say the boy’s all right, I won’t interfere with him,” continued the conductor.

“My testimony would clear him from any charge that might be brought against him,” said the president.  “I saw him enter the car, and know he has had no opportunity to take the ring.”

“If he’ll give me back the ring, that’s all I want,” said the young lady.

“That I am willing to do, though I lose five dollars by it,” said Philip.

“Do so, my boy,” said the president.  “I take it for granted that the young lady’s claim is a just one.”

Upon this Philip drew the ring from his finger and handed it to the young lady, who went back to the car where her friends were sitting.

“I hope, sir,” said the conductor anxiously, “that you won’t be prejudiced against me on account of this affair.”

“I am sorry to say that I can’t help feeling prejudiced against you,” returned the president dryly; “but I won’t allow this feeling to injure you if, upon inquiring, I find that you are otherwise an efficient officer.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“I am glad that my presence has saved this boy from being the victim of an injustice.  Let this be a lesson to you in future.”

The conductor walked away, looking quite chop-fallen, and Philip turned to his new friend.

“I am very much indebted to you, sir,” he said.  “But for you I should have found myself in serious trouble.”

“I am glad to have prevented an injustice, my lad.  I am sorry I could not save you from loss also.  That enterprising rogue has gone off with five dollars belonging to you.  I hope the loss will not be a serious one to you.”

“It was more than a third part of my capital, sir,” said Phil, rather ruefully.

“I am sorry for that.  I suppose, however, you are not dependent upon your own resources?”

“Yes, sir, I am.”

“Have you no parents, then?” asked Mr. Grant, with interest.

“No, sir; that is, I have a step-mother.”

“And what are your plans, if you are willing to tell me?”