"I can't tell, but I expected a visit, so I took out most of my money and hid it."
"Then you'd better find it again. I can't wait here all night. Is it in your other pocket?"
"No."
"Is that all you can say? Get up, and find me that money, or it'll be the worse for you."
"Then give me the pocket-book and five dollars. I can't get along if you take all my money."
Jack reflected that he could easily take away the pocket-book again, and decided to comply with our hero's request as an inducement for him to find the other money.
"Here it is," he said. "Now get me the rest."
"I hid some money in that closet," said Walter. "I thought you would think of looking there."
No sooner was the closet pointed out than Jack eagerly strode towards it and threw open the door. He entered it, and began to peer about him, holding the candle in his hand.