“But I am not as rich as you.”

“Perhaps not, but if I should lose my money, I could not make another fortune, while I am sure you could.  Don’t you think it would be a good plan for us to start a business together in New York?”

“Would you really be willing to go into business with me?”

Jefferson Pettigrew asked this question with so much apparent sincerity that Wheeler was completely deceived.

“I’ve got him dead!” he soliloquized complacently.

He hooked his arm affectionately in the Montana miner’s and said, “My dear friend, I have never met a man with whom I would rather be associated in business than with you.  How much capital could you contribute?”

“I will think it over, Mr. Wheeler.  By the way what business do you propose that we shall go into?”

“I will think it over and report to you.”

By this time they had reached the theater.  The play soon commenced.  Mr. Pettigrew enjoyed it highly, for he had not had much opportunity at the West of attending a high class theatrical performance.

When the play ended, Louis Wheeler said, “Suppose we go to Delmonico’s and have a little refreshment.”

“Very well.”

They adjourned to the well known restaurant, and Mr. Pettigrew ordered an ice and some cakes, but his companion made a hearty supper.  When the bill came, Louis Wheeler let it lie on the table, but Mr. Pettigrew did not appear to see it.

“I wonder if he expects me to pay for it,” Wheeler asked himself anxiously.

“Thank you for this pleasant little supper,” said Pettigrew mischievously.  “Delmonico’s is certainly a fine place.”

Wheeler changed color.  He glanced at the check.  It was for two dollars and seventy five cents, and this represented a larger sum than he possessed.

He took the check and led the way to the cashier’s desk.  Then he examined his pockets.

“By Jove,” he said, “I left my wallet in my other coat.  May I borrow five dollars till tomorrow?”

Jefferson Pettigrew eyed him shrewdly.  “Never mind,” he said, “I will pay the check.”

“I am very much ashamed of having put you to this expense.”

“If that is all you have to be ashamed of Mr. Wheeler,” said the miner pointedly, “you can rest easy.”

“What do you mean?” stammered Wheeler.

“Wait till we get into the street, and I will tell you.”

They went out at the Broadway entrance, and then Mr. Pettigrew turned to his new acquaintance.

“I think I will bid you good night and good by at the same time, Mr. Wheeler,” he said.

“My dear sir, I hoped you won’t misjudge me on account of my unfortunately leaving my money at home.”

“I only wish to tell you that I have not been taken in by your plausible statement, Mr. Wheeler, if that is really your name.  Before we started for the theater I had gauged you and taken your measure.”