"He called his father governor," said Paul, beginning to be afraid that
he had made some ridiculous blunder.

"Well, I wouldn't advise you to trust him again, even if he's the
President's son. He only got you in here to pay for his oysters. He told
me when he went out that you would pay for them."

"And didn't he say he was coming back?" asked Paul, quite dumbfounded.

"He said you hadn't quite finished, but would pay for both when you came
out. It's two shillings."

Paul rather ruefully took out the half dollar which constituted his
entire stock of money, and tendered it to the barkeeper who returned him
the change.

So Paul went out into the streets, with his confidence in human nature
somewhat lessened.

Here, then, is our hero with twenty-five cents in his pocket, and his
fortune to make.




XIV.

A STRANGE BED-CHAMBER.