“You mean to leave him when you get to the other side?”
“Yes, Jack.”
“Have you any money?”
“Only a few dollars.”
“If I was only at home, lad, I’d see that you had money. But all my money—over a hundred dollars,” added Jack, with pride—“is in a savings bank in York. I don’t carry any money with me.”
“Thank you, all the same, Jack; I guess I’ll get along somehow.”
“It’s a hard thing to be three thousand miles away from home without brass. Still, there’s one thing in your favor, lad.”
“What is that?”
“You’re sure to make friends. Why, I was your friend as soon as I clapped eyes on you.”
“Thank you, Jack; but all may not be as friendly as you.”