About four o’clock the door opened, admitting the steward.
“Have you found it yet?” he asked.
“No,” sobbed Guy, “and I never shall.”
“Did you lose all you had?”
“Every red cent.”
“Then, of course, you can’t pay your fare to Chicago. I have been talking to the captain about you, and he says you must go ashore the first landing we make, which will be at Saginaw. In the meantime you will have to give up this room and go into the steerage. You will find an empty bunk there.”
“Oh, I haven’t got any bed-clothes, and how am I to sleep on those hard boards?” exclaimed Guy.
“I don’t know I am sure. But you will have it to do, if you sleep at all. We have three or four passengers who slept on chairs in the cabin last night, and I must put one of them in here.”
Guy covered his face with his hands and cried lustily.
“Come, come! Shoulder your dunnage and clear out! I am in a hurry,” said the steward sharply.