Brand shrugged his shoulders.
"You are young and strong; it won't hurt you to walk," he replied.
"Then I shall have to stay in the city."
"It will be safer for me to get him out of the city," thought Brand.
"How much will it cost you to get home?" he asked.
"A dollar."
Brand drew a dollar bill from the wallet and threw it out on the bed.
"There," he said, "you can't say I have treated you meanly. Have you any change?"
"No."
"Here is half a dollar besides. It was all the money I had before I struck luck in meeting you."