He was only a young clerk on a two weeks' vacation, but at the summer resort hotel he was regarded as a man of wealth. Then a real millionaire, one who owned a yacht, came along, and the stock of the clerk fell below par. The new arrival had plenty of money and delighted in showing it. He soon became celebrated by the way he wagered on anything and everything, and the sight of his bankroll filled the clerk with envy, for he himself was getting down to his last nickel. While yachting with the millionaire one day the clerk discovered what he thought was a way to make some easy money. He boldly offered to bet his host $1,000 that, clad only in a bathing suit, he could travel from the seashore to Newark, New Jersey, in 24 hours, solemnly promising that he would neither beg, borrow, nor steal clothing. The millionaire promptly disputed this and accepted the wager, putting up $1,000 in bills against the clerk's check. The clerk thought he was betting on a sure thing. He had read in the paper about an unknown man who had killed three persons in Newark, and then had made his escape. His plan was to swim ashore, give himself up to a constable and make the trip to Newark as a prisoner. He swam ashore, found the constable, and was taken to Newark, but he did not win the wager. The clerk never knew that there was a Newark, New York, but it is on the map, and it was there that he was taken. He was turned out, so many miles from Newark, New Jersey that there was no hope for him, and he did not dare to return to the yacht for his check was worthless, and he wanted to get as far as possible before the bank rejected it. So he hastened away in his bathing suit, cursing his sporting blood, and vowing that never again would he bet, even on a "sure thing."