"I'm going to a party to-night," said Sam, whose imagination was always to be relied upon. "I want to wear the ring there."
"Did you expect to go to the party without a vest?" queried the old man.
"Oh, I've got another at home," said Sam, composedly.
"You'll have to do without the ring till you bring me the money," said the pawnbroker, finally.
Sam saw from his manner that he was in earnest, and as perplexed as ever he left the shop.
"What am I going to do now?" he thought. "It's a shame to give up the reward on account of that mean old man. Why can't he trust me, I'd like to know? Does he think I would cheat him?"
Then a new fear disturbed Sam.
The pawnbroker might see the reward, and himself go to the advertiser and claim it.
"I wonder whether he takes the Herald?" thought our hero.
Something must be done, and at once. It was quite impossible to let such a golden chance slip by. So, finally, he determined to see Henry Martin, and if absolutely necessary tell him the whole story, and get him to accompany him to the pawnbroker's shop.