CHAPTER XIII.
MR. WHYLAND’S STORY.
“Have you any money?” gasped Gus.
“No,” returned Oliver; and he added, “I have been robbed! I had nearly two dollars in change when I left the steamer.”
“Then I am luckier than you, for I remember now that I left my purse in my valise. What are we to do?”
“I don’t know,” returned Oliver blankly. “I’ll bet I was robbed down in that crowd at the wharf.”
“Most likely.”
“It’s a good thing I didn’t have more with me. I suppose I’ll never see that money again.”
“You’re right. To get it back would probably be more bother than it is worth. Still, I would tell the captain when we get back.”
“I certainly shall. In the meanwhile how are we to pay for our meal here?”
“I suppose we had better not eat it. Let us tell the waiter what has happened.”