No more was said, and the boy tied up what little clothing he had in a newspaper. He was soon ready to depart, and then he faced Pepper again.
"Good-by," he said, holding out his hand. "Let us part friends."
"You've missed it by turning against me," said Pepper, with a strange look in his eyes. "I might have made you rich."
"How?"
"Never mind now. You can go your way, and I'll go mine. I don't want to shake hands. Go!" And he turned his back on the newsboy.
"One word more, before I leave," said our hero. "Will you tell me my right name?"
"I won't tell you anything. If Nelson Pepper aint good enough for you, you can make the name what you please."
"Then good-by," said Nelson, a little sadly, and in a moment more he was gone.
It was so late he knew not where to look for a room that night, so trudged back to the stand. It was entirely inclosed with wooden shutters, and large enough inside for him to make himself fairly comfortable, and there he remained until daylight.