"How much money did you lose, Baxter?" asked Flapp, after they had made certain that they were safe for the time being.
"Two hundred and sixty-five dollars—every dollar I had with me," was the gloomy response.
"Is it possible!" gasped Lew Flapp. He wondered what they were going to do without money.
"What have you got left of the money I loaned you?" went on Baxter.
"Just two dollars and twenty cents."
"Humph! That's a long way from being a fortune," grumbled the discomfited leader of the evil-doers.
"You are right. I think you were foolish to gamble."
"Oh, don't preach!"
"I'm not preaching. What shall we do next?"
"I don't know. If I was near some big city I might draw some money from a bank."