"When you left me," said the hermit, quietly, "it looked as if it were worthless. That it proved otherwise, was my good fortune."
"I won't argue the matter, Uncle Anthony. I was young and heedless."
"Wicked would be a better word."
"And I have had bad luck; I am almost penniless now. If you would be willing to help me——"
"To what extent do you want help?" asked Anthony, abruptly.
"If you could lend me fifty dollars, it would set me on my feet."
"And in a week or two you would be coming back for more."
"Upon my honor——"
"How much honor have you?" asked his uncle, contemptuously. "Would you like to go West?"
"Yes."