In the meantime Josiah Bean and the slick-looking individual turned into Broad street and made their way to a certain establishment known as the Eagle's Club.

Here Henry Davis called another man aside.

"Say,Foxy,do you know anybody down to Barwell &Cameron's?"he asked,in a low tone,so that the old farmer could not hear.

"Yes--a clerk named Chase."

"Then come down and introduce me."

"What's the game?"

"Never mind--there's a tenner in it for you if it works.""Then I'm on,Bill."

"Hush--my name is Henry Davis."

"All right,Hank,"returned Foxy,carelessly.

He came forward and was introduced to the old farmer in the following fashion:

"Mr.Richard Barlow--of Barlow &Small,manufacturers."All three made their way to the establishment of Barwell &Cameron,and then Henry Davis was introduced under that name to a clerk.

As soon as Foxy had departed the slick-looking individual turned to the clerk and called the old farmer forward.

"This is my esteemed friend,Mr.Josiah Bean,of Haydown Center.

He has business with Mr.Cameron,I believe.""I'm here to collect six hundred dollars,"said Josiah Bean.

"Mr.Cameron writ me some letters about it."

"Very well,sir.Sit down,gentlemen,and I'll tell Mr.

Cameron."

The two were kept waiting for a few minutes and were then ushered into a private office.Through Chase,the clerk,Henry Davis was introduced and then Josiah Bean.All the papers proved to be correct,and after the old farmer had signed his name he was given a check.

"See here,I want the cash,"he demanded.

"Very well,"said Mr.Cameron."Indorse the check and I'll have the money drawn for you across the street."The farmer wrote down his name once more,and a few minutes later received his six hundred dollars in twelve brand-new fifty-dollar bills.

"Gosh!Them will be nice fer Mirandy to look at,"was his comment,as he surveyed the bills.

"Be careful that you don't lose them,Mr.Bean,"cautioned Henry Davis,as the two left the establishment.

"Reckon the best thing I can do is to git back to hum this afternoon,"remarked Josiah Bean,when he was on the street.

"Oh,now you are in town you'll have to look around a bit,"said the slick-looking individual."You can take a train back to-morrow just as well.Let me show you a few of the sights."This tickled the old farmer and he agreed to remain over until the next noon.Then Henry Davis dragged the old man around to various points of interest and grew more familiar than ever.

While they were at the top of one of the big office buildings Henry Davis pretended to drop his pocketbook.

"How careless of me!"he cried.

"Got much in it?"queried Josiah Bean.

"Three thousand dollars."

"Do tell!It's a powerful sight o'money to carry so careless like.""It is.Maybe you had better carry it for me,Mr.Bean.""Not me!I ain't goin'to be responsible fer nobody's money but my own--an'Mirandy's.""Better see if your own money is safe."

Josiah Bean got out his wallet and counted the bills.

"Safe enough."

"Are you sure?I thought there was only five hundred and fifty.""No,six hundred."

"I'll bet you ten dollars on it."

"What!can't I count straight,"gasped the old farmer,much disturbed."Six hundred I tell you,"he added,after he had gone over the amount once more.