"Yes; that's all."
"All? Good gracious, isn't that enough? Why, man, it's a fortune. We're all right, even if I have lost mine."
"Wait a minute. Do you know how much five hundred centimes is?"
"No; ask me something easier."
"Well, it is about the equivalent of a dollar in American money."
Sam groaned.
"Broke!"
Dan nodded.
"I don't understand it at all. Where could we have lost our money?"
"Lose it, nothing! I tell you we have been touched—touched good and properly. It's a wonder they didn't take our clothes while they were about it. By gracious, they even got my jack-knife. I'll fight somebody in a minute."