"Yes, I fear that I have."
"Where did you get on?"
"At Deerfield."
"That is not so bad as if it were a through ticket from Milwaukee."
"No, but I am unable to replace it. I—I am not provided with the necessary money."
"The ticket is less than a dollar."
"Yes, but even that small sum I have not at hand."
"I hope you won't be offended if I offer to lend you the money," said Paul.
"Offended! I thank you heartily, for it is very necessary that I reach Chicago this evening. My mother is sick, and would be anxious."
Paul drew from his pocket a dollar bill, and placed it in the young man's hand.