“Will you sell it to me for that?”
The young man addressed as Dick looked, in surprise, at the poorly dressed boy who had addressed him.
“Do you want to go to California?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” said Joe. “I am very anxious to go.”
“Do I understand you to offer a hundred dollars for my ticket?”
“Yes, sir; but I can’t pay you now.”
“When do you expect to be able to pay me, then?”
“Not till I’ve earned the money in California.”
“Have you thought before of going?”
“Yes, sir. Until an hour ago I thought that it was all arranged that I should go. I came down here and found that the ticket I had bought was a bogus one, and that I had been swindled out of my money.”