"Yes. I would rather see cities. Where do you live when you are at home?" "In New York." "That is a wonderful city, isn't it?" "Yes." "I expect it is a great deal larger than Denver?" "Yes; forty or fifty times as large." At this time Denver probably had a population of less than thirty thousand. Ben Boone's eyes opened. "And I suppose there are some grand buildings?" he said, inquiringly. "Yes," and Rupert told his guide something about the great city, of the horse-car lines, the elevated trains running thirty feet above the ground, the big hotels, the Brooklyn bridge, and other marvels, to which Ben Boone listened with rapt attention. "I should like to see New York before I die," he said. "Have you ever been there?" "No." "But you have probably seen other cities--St. Louis, or Chicago?" "No; I have only seen Denver. Well, yes, I saw St. Louis when I was a boy. It seemed a large city to me then, but I reckon New York is much bigger." "Yes, it is a great deal larger--several times as large as St. Louis was when you saw it." "Does it cost a great deal of money to go to New York?" "I think one might go there for fifty dollars, ten less by second class." "Second class is good enough for me." "Yes, you would be a good deal more comfortable traveling second class than we are on our hunting trip." "Then I should be satisfied. I ain't used to living first class." "I should think you would like to go to New York. Is there any reason why you should not go?" "There's the money." "But, as I told you, it doesn't cost a very large sum." "Fifty dollars is a good deal to me. I never had so much money in my life." "Because you don't save up your money." "I don't know how to save money," said Ben Boone in a listless manner. "But you could. Now how much money is Mr. Packard paying you for going with me?" "Three dollars a day." "Now suppose we are out ten days--that will make thirty dollars, won't it?" "Yes; but I had to leave some money with my wife." "You will at any rate have twenty-five dollars. Now, why can't you put that aside, and add to it when you can. Then by and by you will have money enough to go to New York. When you get there you can find work and earn enough to keep you and pay your expenses back." "Yes, I reckon I might," said Ben, not knowing how to controvert Rupert's statement. "If you really try hard to save, I will give you something toward your expenses myself." "Are you rich?" asked Ben, looking up quickly. "No, but I have some money." "How much?" This question Rupert did not care to answer. Ben Boone was a very good guide and hunting companion, but he was not exactly the kind of man he would choose as a confidant. "I think everybody is rich that lives in New York," said Ben, with a touch of envy. "What makes you think that?" "I have had New York people with me before. I have traveled with them, and hunted with them. They always seemed to have plenty of money."