"Couldn't, eh? Why these Frenchmen could touch you through a stone wall, and never move a stone. Just for the fun of the thing, shell out and let's see what you have in your pockets."
"All right; if it will please you. My money is safe."
Dan thrust a confident hand into his trousers' pocket; then he went into the other pocket.
An expression of surprise appeared on his face, as he drew forth a handful of small silver from a vest pocket.
"Well, what about it?" demanded Sam. "Got it?"
"I've—I've lost my money, too; almost every cent of it."
Hickey uttered an uproarious laugh.
"How much have you there?"
"About five hundred centimes, that's all."
"Five hundred centimes! You don't mean it?"