l give
you four."

"No, you won't. You'll give me five; and I won't sell it for that,
neither. I may want to get it back, as it was my aunt's."

"You said your grandmother left it to you," said the old man,
shrewdly.

"So she did," answered Sam, unabashed; "but she left it to my aunt
first. When my aunt died it came to me."

Without dwelling upon the efforts which the pawnbroker made to get the
ring cheaper, it is sufficient to say that Sam carried his point, and
marched out of the store with five dollars and a pawn ticket in his
pocket.

CHAPTER VII.

TWENTY-FIVE DOLLARS REWARD.

Henry Martin was rather surprised at not receiving from Sam another
application for a loan that evening. He had watched Sam's rate of
expenditure, and decided that he must be at the bottom of his purse.
He was surprised, therefore, to find that his roommate ordered an
unusually expensive supper, and paid for the same out of a two-dollar
bill.

"I didn't think you were so rich, Sam," he remarked.

"I can manage better than you think I can," said Sam, with an
important air.

"I am glad to hear it. I want you to get along."

"I guess I'll get along. Here's the fifty cents I was to pay you this
week."

"You were not to pay it till Saturday."

"Never mind. I'll pay it now."

Henry Martin was surprised, but his surprise was of an agreeable
character. He was convinced that Sam must have obtained money from
some other quarter, but decided not to inquire about it. He would wait
till Sam chose to tell him.

"Are you going back to the room, Sam?" he inquired.

"No; I'm going to the theater. Won't you go, too?"

"No; I don't want to give up my studies."

"One evening won't matter."

"Perhaps not, but I will wait till some other time."

"You must have a sweet time working all day, and studying all night,"
said Sam, rather contemptuously.

"Not quite all night," answered Henry, smiling.

"You don't take any time for amusement."

"I am looking forward to the future. I want to rise in the world."

"So do I; but I ain't going to kill myself with work."

"I don't think you ever will, Sam. I'll be willing to insure you from
dying in that way."

Sam laughed. "I guess you're right there," he said. "Well, if you
won't go, I'll leave you. I s'pose you'll be asleep when I get home,
so good-night."

"Good-night, Sam," said Henry, good-humoredly.

"I wonder how soon he'll be wanting to borrow money again?" he
thought.

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