"He says not, your worship," replied the officer.
"Well, as he is so young, we will fine him twenty pounds, or three months in jail."
"I haven't a cent, sir," exclaimed Tommy, "nor a friend on this side."
"Sorry for you. Next case!" replied the judge.
Tommy was taken below to the cells of the jailer, to await the coming of the van which was to take him to prison.
Pushed rudely in, and locked up, he felt very miserable; but he could do nothing.
He was alone and friendless, as well as penniless, while even Wild Charley, who might have been expected to help him, kept away.
Abandoned on all sides, Tommy gave himself up to despair, and sat on the hard bench in his cell in a state of sullen despondency.
CHAPTER X.
LOST IN LONDON.