"As long as he has money," Sam should have added; but, like some business men, he was not aware of his present insolvency. Ignorance is bliss, sometimes; and it is doubtful whether our hero would have eaten his breakfast with as good a relish when it came, if he had known that he had not a cent in his pocket. Sam was soon served, and he soon made way with the articles he had ordered. You can't get a very liberal supply of beefsteak for fifteen cents, which was what Sam was charged for his meat. He felt hungry still, after he had eaten what was set before him. So he took the bill of fare once more, and pored over its well-filled columns. "They must have a tremendous big kitchen to cook so many things," he thought. "Why, there are as many as a hundred. Let me see--here's buckwheat cakes, ten cents. I guess I'll have some." "Anything more, sir?" asked the waiter, approaching to clear away the dirty dishes. "Buckwheat cakes, and another cup of coffee," ordered Sam. "All right, sir." "They treat me respectful, here," thought Sam. "What would the deacon say to hear me called sir? I like it. Folks have better manners in the city than in the country." This was rather a hasty conclusion on the part of Sam, and it was not long before he had occasion enough to change his mind. He ate the buckwheat cakes with a relish, and felt tolerably satisfied. "Anything more, sir?" asked the waiter. Sam was about to say no, when his eye rested on that portion of the bill devoted to pastry, and he changed his mind. "Bring me a piece of mince-pie," he said. Sam was sensible that he was ordering breakfast beyond his means, but he vaguely resolved that he would content himself with a small dinner. He really could not resist the temptation of the pie. At last it was eaten, and the waiter brought him a ticket, bearing the price of his breakfast, fifty cents. Now, for the first time, he felt in his vest-pocket for his money. He felt in vain. Still he did not suspect his loss. "I thought I put it in my vest-pocket," he said to himself. "I guess I made a mistake, and put it in some other." He felt in another pocket, and still another, till he had explored every pocket he possessed, and still no money. Sam turned pale, and his heart gave a sudden thump, as the extent of his misfortune dawned upon him. It was not alone that he was without money in a strange city, but he had eaten rather a hearty breakfast, which he was unable to pay for. What would they think of him? What would they do to him? He saw it all now. That specious stranger, Clarence Brown, had robbed him in his sleep. That was why he had invited him to spend the night in his room without charge. That was why he had got up so early and stolen out without his knowledge, after he had purloined all his money.