The two boys left the kitchen, accompanied by Buck and Rube, leaving Alex and the cook to do business with the ’possum.
After leaving the tavern Clay and Jule went to the railroad station, hoping to find a money order there. They were doubly disappointed. Not only was there no money for them, but that was not a money-order office.
“Now what?” asked Jule as they turned away from the little station house. “This seems to be one of our lucky trips. Anything else likely to happen?”
“Tell you what I’d do if I was in your place,” advised Rube. “I’d let the consarned money go and borrow enough to see me through to El Paso. That’s the way I look at it.”
“That’s what you’d better do,” said Buck.
“Guess we’ll be obliged to,” Clay said in a disgusted tone.
“Why didn’t the clerk tell us that it wasn’t a money-order office at first?” demanded Jule.
“Perhaps he didn’t know,” laughed Buck. “There’s sometimes a heap o’ ignorance connected with these way stations.”
“I should say so!” agreed Jule.
“Now who shall we borrow of?” asked Clay.