On the outskirts of Camdale the two separated and Harry made his way to the pawnbroking establishment of Moses Levy. It was located on a side street, between a saloon and a clothing establishment.
"Vell, mine young friend, vat can I do for you to-day?" questioned the Jew, coming forward and rubbing his hands.
"I want to get my camera back," answered Harry, briefly, and surrendered his ticket with the money.
"Ah, you didn't need dot monish long, did you?" said Moses Levy, as he shuffled back to get the pawned article.
"No."
"You vos more fortunate dan most people. Here you are. Shall I wrap it up?"
"No," said Harry, and, turning on his heel, he started for the door.
"Ven you vants anudder loan ton't forget Moses Levy," said the Jew. "I alvays treats you right."
Once outside of the shop, Harry paused to make certain that the camera was in the same condition as when he had placed it in pawn.
"Hullo there, Harry Westmore, what are you doing in the pawnshop?" called out a voice close by. A young man had come from the saloon and was gazing at the boy in curiosity.