"No, I have nothing to go home to. It would take all my money, and there would be nothing for me to do in Waterford."
"But you can't give entertainments alone."
"I can make my living somehow. I have forty dollars, and that would last me some time even if I got nothing to do."
When Dean bade his companion good-bye at the station the next morning, and turned away, a forlorn feeling came over him, and he felt tempted to take the next train East himself. But the thought of going back to Waterford as poor as he started, and with no prospect of employment, braced him up, and he resolved to push on westward and take his chances. He returned to the hotel, and sat down to consider his plans.
There a pleasant surprise awaited him.
"There's a gentleman to see you, Mr. Dunham," said the clerk.
"Where is he?" asked Dean.
"He went out to make a call in the village but will be back in fifteen minutes. This is his card."
Dean took the card in his hand, and read the name
Samuel Gunnison.