Just before leaving Denver, Dean, in passing through Lawrence Street, came upon a boy, miserably clad, who held in his hand a few daily papers which he was trying to sell. There was something in the boy's face that looked familiar.
"Guy Gladstone!" he exclaimed in great surprise.
"Dean Dunham!" replied Guy, looking both pleased and ashamed.
"How came you here? I thought you were hunting Indians on the prairies."
Guy blushed scarlet.
"Don't say a word about it!" he replied. "I was a fool and I have suffered for my folly."
"Tell me about it."
"I got out of money and have nearly starved. I have done anything I could to make a little money. I have blacked boots, set up pins in a bowling alley, and now I am selling papers."
"Why don't you go home?"
"I would if I had the money."