This frank statement disarmed the man's suspicion.
"I think your are speaking the truth," he said. "Though there are plenty who pretend to be poor to get rid of giving. Perhaps I shall surprise you when I say that a year ago I should have been able to lend you five thousand dollars, and have as much more left."
"Yes, you do surprise me! How did you lose your money?"
"I was a fool—that explains it. I bought mining stocks. I was in San Francisco at the time, and my money melted like snow in the sun. A year since I was worth ten thousand dollars. To-day I am worth a nickel. Do you know what I will do with it?"
Jed looked at him inquiringly.
"I will buy a glass of beer, and drink to our good luck—yours and mine."
"I hope it will bring the good luck," said Jed smiling.
"I would offer you a glass too, if I had another nickel."
"Thank you, but I never drink beer. I thank you all the same."