“I believe this is Mr. Perkins, of Minneapolis?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the Westerner, eying the gambler with a penetrating glance.
“I shall be glad to be your guide if you wish to see something of New York. Will you join us this evening?”
“You are very polite, but I have an engagement with Chester.”
“A mere boy! He knows nothing about the city.”
“Still I am satisfied with him.”
The two passed on and went into the bar-room, where they sat down at a table and ordered some liquid refreshment.
“Well, Mullins,” said the gambler, “I am getting impatient. The days are slipping by, and you have done nothing.”
“You know what I am waiting for. Yesterday a check for a thousand dollars was paid in at the office, and deposited in the bank to-day.”
“Good! And then?”