"Then I suppose I must submit. I don't know how to thank you." "Then don't do it. It would make me feel awkward. I will give you some good advice before I leave you. Those lots I believe will advance in price very rapidly. Building is going on very near them, and they are in the path of improvement. My advice is that you hold on to them at least five years. They may realize you a small fortune." "I will certainly be guided by your advice. Do you know, Mr. Packard, I imagine there are very few bell-boys in New York who are as rich as I am?" "I don't think I have ever heard of a bell-boy millionaire," said the cattleman, smiling, "though I hope the one before me may make the first exception to a general rule. Did I tell you that I expect to start on my return to Colorado to-morrow?" "So soon as that?" "Yes; I have received news from my agent there--good news, mind--that makes it advisable for me to abridge my visit. May I hope that you will write me sometimes?" "I shall be glad to do so, Mr. Packard." "Mind, it is a compact. Some time I expect you to visit me out there." "When my child gets a little older," said Rupert, with a smile. "And if at any time you find the expense too great for your means, let me help you." "I will." So the two friends parted, and Rupert resumed his regular routine as a bell-boy. CHAPTER XXI. RUPERT BECOMES A CONFIDANT. Some three months later Rupert's attention was called to a boy of seventeen or thereabouts, with long black hair and a high forehead, who registered as a guest, and took one of the cheapest rooms in the hotel. The boy seemed to have no companion, and to know very little about the city. "Can you direct me to Palmer's Theatre?" he asked, rather diffidently. "It is on Broadway, corner of Thirtieth Street," answered Rupert. "And Daly's?" "That is nearly opposite, on the other side of Broadway." The boy took out a memorandum-book and noted down these addresses. "What can he want at those theatres?" thought Rupert. Of course he might want to buy a reserved seat in advance, but Rupert did not think it likely. After getting his information the boy went out (it was about ten o'clock), and did not reappear till four o'clock in the afternoon. Rupert noticed him as he entered the hotel, and observed that he looked anxious and despondent. He did not go upstairs at once, but sank into a chair near Rupert, and apparently gave way to sorrowful reflections. "He has some secret trouble," thought the bell-boy. "If he would speak to me I might be able to comfort him." On the impulse of the moment he went up to the young guest, and asked, in a low tone of sympathy, "Are you in any trouble?" The boy started, flushed, and looked at Rupert half suspiciously. But there was something so friendly and sympathetic in Rupert's face that he was assured of his being a safe confidant. "Yes," he said, "I am in trouble." "If you will tell me, perhaps I can help you."