"Yes, sir, I have one. I am going to see him if I can, this afternoon."
Mr. Wood took a card from his pocket.
"I am staying at the Gilsey House," he said. "If you need help or advice, call there and send up your name. By the way, what is your name, my boy?"
"Scott Walton."
"I shall remember it. Now I must leave you as, like your late friend, I have an important engagement."
"I suppose I must be getting back," said John, "as my brother will need me. I am sorry I didn't collect the nine dollars from that jay."
"He has got the best of all of us," returned Scott. "Where do you live? I may want to look you up some day."
"In West Thirty-sixth Street," said John. "I haven't got any card with me, but I can give you the number."
"I won't forget it. You have been my first friend in New York, and I don't want to lose you."
"I never thought I would like an English boy before," said John, "but I like you."