"I have a room on West Sixteenth Street, at the house of a Mrs. Mead, but I shall have to leave it to-morrow."
"Why?"
"Because I have no money to pay the rent for a second week."
"How much is it?"
"A dollar and a half."
"I might be willing to lend you as much as that," said Justin Wood, smiling.
"Thank you, sir, but I shall need money to buy my meals besides."
"Then I think I shall have to come to your assistance."
Justin Wood put his hand in his pocket, and drew out two five-dollar bills.