"I've been robbed," he gasped. "That's what it was.
Somebody robbed and threw me into this car last night.
See, I've got a lump on my head as big as a man's fist."
"He sure has," agreed one of the men. "Somebody must a given him an awful clout with a club."
"What town is this, please?"
"Mexico, Missouri."
"Mexico?"
"Yes."
"How far is it from St. Joseph?"
"St. Joseph? Why, I reckon St. Joe is nigh onto a hundred and fifty miles from here."
Phil groaned.
"A hundred and fifty miles and not a cent in my pocket!
What shall I do? Can I send a telegram? Where is the station?"