"Are you rich?" asked Humpy.
"No. What makes you ask?"
"You wear nice clo'es. Besides, you are goin' to pay me fifty dollars."
"I'm worth five hundred dollars," said Rufus, with satisfaction.
"That's a good deal," said Humpy, enviously. "I'd feel rich if I had so much."
"You'll be worth a good deal more some time, I hope."
"I hope so, but it'll be a good while."
While this conversation had been going on, the boys had been walking leisurely. But Rufus, who was anxious to restore the tin box as soon as possible, now proposed to ride.
"We'll jump aboard the next car, William," he said. "I'll pay the fare."
"Where are you goin'?"