"It was your duty to find out, or try to find out." "Could I go round the city asking everybody if the ring belonged to them?" "No, but you could have advertised it in some paper.". "How could I when I was dead broke? You know I couldn't." "Well, what do you propose to do now?" "I want you to lend me money enough to get back the ring. Then I'll go round to Wall Street and return it and get the twenty-five dollars reward, and pay you back every cent I owe you." Henry reflected. "I don't know but that's the best way," he said; "but I must go with you to see that it's all right." "Of course you can. I want you to," said Sam, relieved. "We can't go now, for there isn't time. Come into my place as soon as you get away, and we'll go round together." "All right, Henry. You're a trump, and no mistake. I thought you'd help me out." Sam's cheerfulness returned, and he went to work with more alacrity. All the afternoon he was forming plans for the disposal of the reward when it came into his hands. About a quarter after five the two boys entered the pawnbroker's office. The latter was not particularly pleased to see Sam, and his countenance showed it. "I guess I'll take that ring, mister," said Sam, in an independent tone. "What ring?" "Oh, you know well enough." "Have you brought the money?" "Yes; I've got it here." "It will be five dollars and a half." "That is too much, but I'll give it to you; so just hand it over." "Wait a minute, my friend," said the pawnbroker. "Where did you get the ring?" "I've told you already." "You said your grandmother left it to you; but I don't believe it." "I can't help what you believe. Just hand it over." "I have a strong suspicion, my young friend, that it is stolen." "It's a lie!" said Sam, angrily. "I'm not sure about that. I think I'll call a policeman." Here Henry Martin interfered. "Did you think it was stolen when you advanced money on it?" he asked. "Yes, I did," said the pawnbroker. "Your friend's story was too thin." "Then," said Henry, quietly, "you've got yourself into trouble. You can be arrested for receiving stolen goods." The pawnbroker turned pale. He knew very well that he was in a dilemma. "My friend didn't tell you the truth," continued Henry. "He found the ring, and now he has found the owner. He wants to return it, and that is why he is here. Unless you give it up, I will myself call a policeman." Henry's quiet, assured manner produced its effect. With great reluctance the pawnbroker produced the ring, the charges were paid, and the two boys retired triumphant. CHAPTER IX. RESTORING THE RING. "Now," said Henry, "we had better go down to Wall Street and see the advertiser at once. If we can restore the ring to-night we shall avoid the risk of losing it." "What makes you say we?" asked Sam, uneasily. "You don't expect any of the reward, do you?"