He spoke the truth.
CHAPTER V—THE WAY OF THE TRANSGRESSOR
Three more miserable lads could not be imagined than our young friends when the train stopped at the station in New Brunswick, and they knew that the total amount of their joint funds was less than a dollar.
No one spoke, but they sat pale, woebegone and staring helplessly at each other, undecided what to do.
The conductor, who was an alert official, said to Billy:
“This is where you get off; come, step lively.”
The lad rose to his feet without a word, and started down the aisle for the door. His companions glanced at him, and, feeling that it would not do for them to separate, also rose by common impulse and followed him out on the platform, where they stood silent and wretched until the train left.
Jimmy McGovern was the first to speak, and it was with the deepest sigh he ever drew:
“Well, boys, what’s to be done?”
“Let’s go back home,” said Billy, “and get the jewelry under the stump, sell that and start over again; I guess we’ll know enough to take care of our money next time.”