Dodger sat down in an easy-chair conveniently near him.
“Young man,” said the stranger, impressively, “you have done me a great favor.”
Dodger felt that this was true, and did not disclaim it.
“I am very glad I came up just as I did,” he said.
“How large a sum of money do you think I had about me?” asked his companion.
“Five hundred dollars?”
“Five hundred dollars! Why, that would be a mere trifle.”
“It wouldn’t be a trifle to me, sir,” said Dodger.
“Are you poor?” asked the man, earnestly.
“I have a good situation that pays me fifteen dollars a week, so I ought not to consider myself poor.”