"Young man," he said sharply, "you'd better mind your own business."
"How do you know my name?" asked the man from Colorado, not recognizing Rupert.
"I am one of the bell-boys at the Somerset Hotel, where you are boarding."
"Why do you give this warning? Can you judge of the value of the watch?"
"No, sir; but I know this man."
"That is false," asserted Clayton; "I never saw you before to my knowledge."
"I don't know what to think," said the cattleman, looking puzzled. "You say you know this man?"
"Yes. He came near cheating one of our guests not long since by offering to give his son a place in an office in Wall Street for a hundred and fifty dollars."
"The boy lies," exclaimed Clayton. "I have a good mind to give you in charge, you young rascal."