"Probably he will get possession of the pawn ticket and so secure the watch, though it may cost him twenty-five dollars." "It will be some time before the thief gets another such dinner as he has eaten to-night." After supper Packard said, "Are you feeling tired, Rupert?" "Oh, no, sir." "Then suppose we go to some theatre." "All right, sir. What theatre do you prefer?" "I leave the choice to you." "Palmer's Theatre is very near." "Then let us go there." They reached the theatre just as the curtain was rising. Mr. Packard bought two choice seats, and they were soon seated in the orchestra. As soon as he had a chance to look about him, Rupert discovered to his surprise that Mr. Lorimer and Julian were sitting directly in front of him. At the sound of his voice Julian turned, and was greatly surprised to see the bell-boy occupying as high-priced a seat as himself. When the first act was ended, he took measures to gratify his curiosity. "I am surprised to see you here," he said. "It is a mutual surprise," responded Rupert. "You know what I mean. It is not usual to meet bell-boys in orchestra seats." "I was not asked at the ticket office what was my employment." "Are you here alone?" "No; let me introduce my friend, Mr. Packard, of Colorado." Julian glanced at the cattleman, and was not impressed. Mr. Packard's clothing was by no means stylish. Julian naturally supposed him to be a person of small means and no particular consequence. He gave him a slight nod, and turned his face towards the stage. "What is the name of that boy?" asked the cattleman. "Julian Lorimer." "Is he related to Stephen Lorimer?" "Stephen Lorimer is his father. Do you know him?" asked Rupert, in surprise. "Stephen Lorimer is a cousin of mine." "There he is, next to Julian." Mr. Lorimer's ears caught the sound of his own name, and, turning, he recognized Rupert, but not his cousin. "You here, Rupert Rollins?" he said, in surprise. "Yes, sir. Do you know this gentleman with me?" Stephen Lorimer regarded the cattleman blankly. "No," he answered slowly. "I don't know him." "Perhaps you will remember the name of Giles Packard," said the cattleman, but his tone was cold and not cordial. "Are you Giles Packard?" "Yes." Stephen Lorimer looked embarrassed. "I hope you are prosperous," he said. "Thank you--I am doing well now." "Where do you live?" "In Colorado." "Ah! Mines?" "No, cattle." "Call and see me. Rupert will tell you where I may be found." "I may do so." "Is he a cowboy?" asked Julian, in an audible whisper. Giles Packard heard the words and he looked at Rupert with a smile. "He is like his father," he said. They did not again speak. After the play Stephen Lorimer went out of the theatre without even a look at his new-found relative. Rupert and the man from Colorado, following slowly, made the best of their way down Broadway to the Somerset House. "How came you to know Stephen Lorimer?" asked Packard.