"Why not?"
"Because I have spent most of it."
"So you have spent nearly fifty dollars in one day?"
"Yes; I bet on the races."
"That was foolish. If you had lost your own money it would have served you right. But you had no business to squander the boy's money in that way. How much money have you got left?"
"I—don't know."
"Out with your pocketbook, man, and find out," said Wood, impatiently.
As Lane still hesitated, Justin Wood added, sternly: "Do as I tell you, or I will arrest you myself and march you to the station house."
The young man looked as if he were quite capable of carrying out his threat, and Lane very reluctantly took out his pocketbook.
"I have twelve dollars," he said.