"Empty your pockets!"
Wolverton complied, but neither purse nor pocket book was forthcoming.
"Didn't I tell you so?" he said, shrugging his shoulders.
"We won't take your word for it."
The first highwayman plunged his hand into the agent's pockets, but his search only corroborated Wolverton's statement.
"You, a rich man, go without money!" he exclaimed with rough contempt.
"Perhaps I might have expected such a meeting," Wolverton replied, with cunning triumph.
"You must have a watch, at any rate!"
"I have one that I will sell you for four dollars."
As he spoke, he voluntarily produced the timeworn watch, which had served him for twenty years.