"Mr. Packard," he said, "you'll excuse my interfering, but I advise you not to buy that watch." Clarence Clayton looked up quickly. He recognized Rupert only too well, and would liked to have pitched him into the bay. What was to be done? He determined to brazen it out. "Young man," he said sharply, "you'd better mind your own business." "How do you know my name?" asked the man from Colorado, not recognizing Rupert. "I am one of the bell-boys at the Somerset Hotel, where you are boarding." "Why do you give this warning? Can you judge of the value of the watch?" "No, sir; but I know this man." "That is false," asserted Clayton; "I never saw you before to my knowledge." "I don't know what to think," said the cattleman, looking puzzled. "You say you know this man?" "Yes. He came near cheating one of our guests not long since by offering to give his son a place in an office in Wall Street for a hundred and fifty dollars." "The boy lies," exclaimed Clayton. "I have a good mind to give you in charge, you young rascal." "You are quite welcome to do it," said Rupert, coolly. "I hope my word is as good as this boy's," continued Clayton. "Don't take either, Mr. Packard. I am no judge of watches. Suppose you go to a jeweler's and ask him the value of it. If it is worth even a hundred dollars, you can venture to give this man what he asks, that is, supposing he has come by it honestly." "That is a sensible proposal. I accept it." "But I don't!" said Clayton. "I feel that I have been insulted, and I decline to sell the watch. As for you, you young rascal, I shall remember your interference with me in my business." He rose and went off with his head very high in the air. "Sit down and tell me all about this fellow," said the cattleman. "I suspect you have saved me from being imposed upon." Rupert told the story, and the stranger thanked him heartily. "I have always been told that I must look out for myself in New York, and I begin to realize it. How does it happen you are so far away from the hotel?" "It is my afternoon off." They sat and chatted of Colorado, about which Rupert felt considerable curiosity. At the end of fifteen minutes their attention was drawn to a man of prosperous appearance who seemed in trouble. He paused as he reached their bench, and asked anxiously, "Has either of you seen a young man, nicely dressed and carrying a cane?" and he went on to describe Clarence Clayton. "Yes," answered Packard and Rupert, simultaneously, "the fellow was sitting here less than half an hour since." "He has stolen my gold watch," said the new acquaintance. "He tried to sell it to me. He said it cost a hundred and fifty dollars." "So it did, and more, too." "He offered it for fifty dollars." "How did it happen that you did not buy it?" "I was about to do so, but this boy told me he was a confidence man." "Then you knew him?" asked the stranger. "Yes," answered Rupert.