"But you will have to do something, Rupert."
Rupert smiled.
"Don't feel anxious, mother," he said, "Mr. Packard is a rich man, and he is a faithful friend. I think he will arrange something for me."
The next day Mr. Packard and his uncle, John Plympton, reached New York and established themselves at the Somerset Hotel. Rupert learned with satisfaction of Mr. Plympton's recovery of his money from his knavish nephew.
"And now, Rupert," said the cattleman, "tell me about your own affairs."
"First, I have received an offer of seven thousand dollars for the two lots you gave me."
"That is fine. They have gone up surprisingly."
"Would you advise me to sell them?"
"Yes. Sell them and invest half the money in other lots less desirably situated. It is only a question of time when they, too, can be sold to advantage."
"And the other half of the money?"