“If he will give me all the money he has with him, all right,” Joe answered. “I’ll be satisfied. I dare say he’s spent a good bit of it.”
“But I’ve got to keep enough to pay my fare to Detroit,” said Young eagerly.
Joe nodded. “All right. Pay your fare to Detroit and give me the rest.”
“Well, that’s what I call sensible,” said the impromptu detective. “What’s the use of going to a heap of trouble when you can avoid it, eh? Hello, Conductor. One to Detroit and”—he looked a question at Joe.
“I guess I’ll go to Detroit, too,” was the response.
“Two Detroits, eh? All right, gentlemen. Thank you. Let me see, you’re——” He observed the tall man doubtfully.
“Yes, you know me,” was the response, accompanied by a nod toward the rear of the train.
“I thought so.” The conductor returned the change to Young and to Joe and passed on. Young, his purse still in his hand, counted out the remaining contents of it.
“There’s nearly eighteen dollars,” he said easily. “You might leave me enough for car-fare to get to my house with, but I won’t ask it.”