"Oh, no, you won't," said the old man, smiling, and wagging his head. "Do you think I am a fool? That isn't the way I do business, my boy." "But I swear to you I will bring you the money," said Sam, earnestly. "I'll give you a little extra besides, to pay you for waiting." "You are very kind," said the pawnbroker, revealing his yellow teeth in a cunning smile; "but I can't do it." Sam had one other resource. "Then," he proposed, "I'll pay you all the money I have, and give you my vest besides to keep till to-morrow." "How much money have you got?" "Three dollars." "And your vest is worth about twenty-five cents." "Twenty-five cents!" repeated Sam, looking insulted. "Do you think I would wear a twenty-five cent vest?" "It is all it is worth to me. I lent you five dollars, and you want to put me off with three dollars and a quarter." "But I would come round to-morrow and give you the money." "Shall you have the money to-morrow?" inquired the dealer. "Yes," answered Sam. "Where will you get it?" "I ain't obliged to tell that. It don't make no difference to you." "Well, if you get the money to-morrow you can come round to-morrow," said the old man, with the air of one who had announced his ultimatum. "But I want it to-day, particular," persisted Sam. "Why do you want it to-day, particular?" asked the pawnbroker, looking curious. "I'm going to a party to-night," said Sam, whose imagination was always to be relied upon. "I want to wear the ring there." "Did you expect to go to the party without a vest?" queried the old man. "Oh, I've got another at home," said Sam, composedly. "You'll have to do without the ring till you bring me the money," said the pawnbroker, finally. Sam saw from his manner that he was in earnest, and as perplexed as ever he left the shop. "What am I going to do now?" he thought. "It's a shame to give up the reward on account of that mean old man. Why can't he trust me, I'd like to know? Does he think I would cheat him?" Then a new fear disturbed Sam. The pawnbroker might see the reward, and himself go to the advertiser and claim it. "I wonder whether he takes the _Herald?_" thought our hero. Something must be done, and at once. It was quite impossible to let such a golden chance slip by. So, finally, he determined to see Henry Martin, and if absolutely necessary tell him the whole story, and get him to accompany him to the pawnbroker's shop. On his way back he happened to overtake Henry in the street, and broached the subject to him. Henry listened to him attentively. "So that is where you got your supply of money from, Sam?" he said. "Yes." "I thought you must have raised some somewhere, or you would have been borrowing of me." "I want to borrow three dollars of you now, or three fifty, to make sure I have enough." "You had no right to pawn that ring, Sam. You ought to have remembered that it was not yours." "I couldn't help it. I was out of money. Besides, I didn't know whose it was."