"Well," said Sharpe, "here is the change; but the luck seems against you. We had better stop for to-night."
But Warren insisted upon continuing, and he won thirty dollars in addition to the fifty which Sharpe had changed for him. The gambler then rose, and told him that he would give him a chance to win all back another time, as fortune seemed to be again propitious to him.
Warren never saw him after that night. The next morning he determined to seek a more private boarding house, and economize his remaining funds, and seek more assiduously some business situation. He stepped to the bar to pay his board, handing the clerk one of the notes he had received in change for his last fifty-dollar bill. The clerk examined it a moment, and passed it back, saying, "That is a counterfeit note, sir." He took it back, amazed, and offered another.
"This is worse still," said the clerk. "I think we had better take care of you, sir. You will please go with me before a magistrate."
"But I did not know——!"
"You can tell that to the squire."
"You have no right to take me," said Warren; "you have no warrant."
"No; but I can keep you here till I send for one, which I shall certainly do, unless you consent to go willingly."
And Warren, conscious of his own innocence in this respect, and never thinking of the difficulty of proving it, went to a magistrate's office with the clerk at once.
The clerk entered his complaint, and, besides swearing to the offer of the notes, swore that he had seen him, for several days past, in the company of a notorious gambler.