“Your money, and be quick about it!”
Hogan was not a brave man, but this demand, in his impecunious condition, instead of terrifying him, struck his sense of humor as an exceedingly good joke.
“You’ve got the wrong man!” he chuckled.
“Stop your fooling, and hand over your money, quickly!” was the stern rejoinder.
“My dear friend,” said Hogan, “if you can find any money about me, it’s more than I can do myself.”
“Are you on the square?” demanded the other suspiciously.
“Look at me, and see.”
The highwayman took him at his word. Lighting a match, he surveyed his captive.
“You don’t look wealthy, that’s a fact,” he admitted. “Where are you going?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t got any money, nor any place to sleep.”