“Knocked out all around,” said Leo, with a grin.
It was not in his nature to grieve over misfortune.
“Where shall we go for the night?”
“I don’t know. Let us look around for Wampole.”
The two set out on a search. It availed nothing, and by midnight they were worn out.
Fortunately the night was warm, and coming to a deserted mill on the outskirts of the town, they determined to remain there and rest. They found some old sacks, and on these made their bed.
Carl awoke with a start the next morning. Looking up he saw a young man of eighteen standing near him. The young man had a pleasant face, and he was smiling.
“Thought I’d wake you up,” he said. “How is it you are bunking here for the night?”
“We are out of funds,” replied the young magician.
“Tramping?”