“It wasn’t, as you very well know.”
“I don’t know anything about it. How did you smuggle yourself aboard?”
“I didn’t smuggle myself aboard at all. I came on like the rest of the passengers.”
“Why haven’t I seen you before?”
“I am not a steerage passenger. I am traveling first-class.”
“You don’t mean it!” ejaculated the fellow, thoroughly astonished. “You told me you hadn’t any more money.”
“So I did, and that shows that you were the man that sold me the bogus ticket.”
“Nothing of the kind,” said the other, but he seemed taken aback by Joe’s charge. “Well, all I can say is, that you know how to get round. When a man or boy can travel first-class without a cent of money, he’ll do.”
“I wouldn’t have come at all if I had had to swindle a poor boy out of his money,” said Joe.
Joe walked off without receiving an answer. He took pains to ascertain the name of the man who had defrauded him. He was entered on the passenger-list as Henry Hogan.