"I foresaw that you wouldn't let me help support the boy, so I have got even with you in another way."
"How is that?" asked Rupert, puzzled.
Mr. Packard, smiled.
"I decided to make you a present," he said. "You won't refuse that?"
"No; I am sure you are a good friend, and I won't reject your kindness."
Rupert fancied Mr. Packard might be intending to give him fifty dollars, or something like that, and he felt that it would be ungracious to refuse.
The man from Colorado drew from his pocket a large-sized envelope, and from it took a legal document.
"This," he said, "is a deed of two lots in Harlem, not far from One-hundred-and-twenty-fifth Street. The deed is made out to you, and establishes your ownership."
"I didn't know you had any lots in Harlem," said Rupert, in surprise.