“It will cost something for an outfit.”
“Yes; we have a moderate sum with us.”
“That is well,” said the stranger approvingly. “Do you know,” he continued meditatively, “I have a great mind to go with you?”
“Then you are not satisfied with your pile?” said Harry.
“There’s very little left of it,” said their new acquaintance.
“You haven’t spent a hundred and fifty pounds in a month?” said Harry, in surprise.
“Pretty much. I may have twenty pounds left.”
“You must have been living high, then.”
“No. I have lived plainly, but the faro table has taken most of it. I’m so near broke that I may as well go back to the mines for a fresh supply before my money is all gone.”
“We shall be glad of your company, sir.”