“Well, it wasn’t fair sport at a hundred to one. Where shall I land you?”
Wilson pondered a second. He would only lose time if he got out and attempted again to find the house in that rig.
“If––if I could only get some clothes.”
“Where’s your hotel or home? Take you anywhere you say.”
“I haven’t either a home or a hotel,” answered Wilson, deliberately. “And these are all the clothes I have in the world.”
“Is that a dream?”
“It is the truth.”
“But how–––” exclaimed the other.
“I can’t tell you now how it came about, but it is the truth that I am without a cent, and that this is my entire wardrobe.”