"Aw, cheese it," advised Jimmy. "I'll git square wid youse somehow."
There was no time for further talk, as another picture was shown and the boys were absorbed in that. Jimmy could hear Bulldog and Mike whispering back of him, but he paid no attention to them.
When the show was over and Jimmy was out in the street, Nosey having left him, he began to think of where he should spend the night. This was something he usually left until the last moment.
"Guess I'll treat meself t' a good ten-cent bed t'-night," he said, lighting another cigarette. "What's de use of havin' money if youse can't spend it?"
He put his hand in the pocket where he kept his change. To his surprise his fingers met with no jingling coins.
"Dat's queer," he remarked. "Where's me dough?"
He felt in another pocket. Then in all of them in turn.
"Stung!" he exclaimed. "Some guy has pinched all me coin an' I'm dead broke. I had a dollar an' fifty-two cents left an' now I ain't got a red. Me luck certainly has shook me. What's t' be done?"