He extracted a slip of paper from his pocket. Cousin Percy snatched the slip and read the penciled words. Hapgood smiled.
“Looks good, don't it, sir,” he observed. “'Frisco's a long way off.”
Hungerford did not answer. He tore the paper into small pieces and tossed them away.
“Well,” he said, after a moment, “good by and good luck. Let me know where you are and meanwhile I'll see what can be done for you. Good by.”
He was moving off, but his companion stepped after him.
“Just a minute, sir,” he said. “Could you 'elp me out a bit, in the money way? I'm flat broke; the old 'ayseed chucked me without a penny; 'e did, so 'elp me.”
Cousin Percy looked distinctly annoyed.
“I'm pretty nearly broke myself,” he declared, impatiently.
“Is that so, sir, I'm sorry, but I think you'll 'ave to 'elp me a bit. I think—I think you'd better, Mr. 'Ungerford, sir.”
Hungerford looked at him. The look was returned. Then the young gentleman extracted a somewhat attenuated roll of bills from his pocket, peeled off two and handed them to his companion.