“Forty dollars. The man said it was worth a hundred,” said Joshua, beginning to feel uncomfortable.
“Of course, he would say so,” returned Sam, contemptuously. “They always do. What made him sell it to you so cheap, then?”
“He found it in the park, and had to go out of the city very soon.”
Sam shook his head.
“You ought not to have bought a watch without my being with you. If you are swindled, it is your own fault. I don’t believe it is gold.”
“It looks like gold,” said Joshua, soberly. “How shall I find out?”
“Come out with me, when I go back to the store. We’ll stop at a jeweler’s on the way, and he will tell us.”
It must be confessed that Joshua ate his lunch in a state of painful suspense. Forty dollars was a good deal to lose. Besides, it was, or would be, mortifying to feel that he had been swindled. The watch and chain looked all right. He could not help thinking that it was gold, after all.
When lunch was over, he went out with Sam. Two blocks distant, there was a small jeweler’s shop. Sam led the way in, and he followed.
“Give me the watch,” said Sam.