"Apiece, James," said Mike, turning inquiringly to his companion.
"Make it thirty," said James, "and we may be able to help you."
"All right, thirty apiece. Get me the clothes."
"You might write us each a check," suggested James, and drew forth the pen and check-book.
"For innocence," groaned Mike, "commend me to me loving comrade, James."
The stranger's eyes glittered as he recognized his book and pen. He glanced from one ragged specimen before him to the other, from James' crafty face to Mike's sly visage, but he said nothing, merely took the pen and book.
"Your names?" he asked, opening the book and resting it against a tree for support.
"Better put 'to bearer,'" said James. "Simplicity is always the best."
The stranger wrote the checks, signed them and turned to the two watching him. "Bring me the suit," he said quietly, "and these are yours."
Mike shuffled off into the trees and James and the stranger waited in silence for his return. He came back presently and threw the suit at the stranger's feet.