"Come right in. Just stand here in the hall, and I'll tell him."
Presently a pleasant-looking man of middle age came from the dining-room, and looked inquiringly from one to the other.
"Which is the boy that has my ring?" he asked.
"I'm the one," said Sam, promptly.
"Show it to me, if you please."
"You promised a reward of twenty-five dollars," said Sam, with anxiety.
"Certainly. If the ring is mine, you shall have the reward."
Thereupon Sam produced the ring.
Mr. Chester received it with great satisfaction.
"Yes, it is the one," he said. "Where did you find it?"