Harold hesitated a moment, then yielded to the inducement offered.
"Give me the ticket," he said. "Here is the money."
As he spoke, he produced a ten-dollar bill. In return, the ticket was handed to him.
The pawnbroker, whose name was found on the ticket, was located less than fifteen minutes walk from the billiard saloon. Harold, eager to secure the watch, went directly there.
"Well, young man, what can I do for you?" asked a small man, with wrinkled face and blinking eyes.
"I want to redeem my watch. Here is the ticket."
The old man glanced at the ticket, then went to a safe, and took out the watch. Here were kept the articles of small bulk and large value.
Harold took out fifteen dollars which he had put in his vest pocket for the purpose, and tendered them to the pawnbroker.
"I want a dollar and a half more," said the old man.
"What for?" asked Harold, in surprise.