"No."
"What are you going to do?"
"The money he took was in English bank notes, and the hotel clerk thought he might go down to Wall Street to exchange them there at some broker's."
"Very likely. And you are going there now?" asked John.
"Yes."
"Then I'll go with you. I want to collect that money he owes mother."
"I will be glad of your company. I feel strange in America. I am an English boy."
"I'll help you all I can. I am on an errand for my brother. He is a young man, and I work for him, but I know he won't mind my following up this fellow and trying to make him pay me. Say, how old are you?"
"Sixteen."
"I am fifteen."