“You have been very fortunate in recovering your jewels,” said the agent.
“I owe it to you,” replied Rodney gratefully.
“Well, perhaps so. If I have rendered you a service I am very glad.”
“And I am very glad to have found so good a friend. I hope you will let me pay for your ticket to New York.”
“It won’t be necessary. The interruption of our journey won’t invalidate the ticket we have.”
An hour later they reached New York.
“What are your plans, Rodney?” asked Adin Woods, who by this time had become quite intimate with his young companion.
“I shall call on my guardian, and perhaps he may give me some advice as to what I do. Where would you advise me to go—to a hotel?”
“No; it will be too expensive. I know of a plain boarding house on West Fourteenth Street where you can be accommodated with lodging and two meals—breakfast and supper, or dinner as we call it here—for a dollar a day.”
“I shall be glad to go there, for the present, at least. I haven’t much money, and must find something to do as soon as possible.”