"What's that?" asked the trainman. "You lost something?"
"I bet you have," exclaimed Marty. "No girl can take care of money right. Where'd you have it?"
Janice motioned to her bosom. The trainman lowered his lantern and cast its radiance in a wider circle on the platform.
"What's this here?" demanded the boy, and sprang immediately to secure what his sharp eyes had observed lying at the feet of the black-eyed woman.
"Marty Day!" repeated the girl. "How did you come here?"
"Oh! that must be it," Janice said, trying to seize it from her cousin's hand.
"Aw, let's make sure," growled Marty, at once taking the lead in affairs. "Nice way to carry money, I must say—wrapped in a handkerchief! Hi tunket! what d'you know about this?"
He had unfolded the handkerchief and revealed—newspaper. That was all. The black-eyed woman stepped back with a sudden intake of breath. She glared at Janice.