He felt in his pockets, but it was not there.
"I say, men, that isn't a fair joke."
"What isn't?"
"Who has the wallet?"
"Now, that's a good one! Who should have it but the sheriff?"
"Come, a joke's a joke, but don't carry it too far."
"What do you mean?"
"One of you has got the wallet, and the writs of dispossess are in it."
"I haven't."
"Neither have I."