“I hope your bill won’t be unreasonable,” said Gates.
“Not at all. We shall not ask more than you have.”
“Thank you; you are very considerate.”
“We’ll begin with you, then,” said the captain, addressing Gates.
“Oh, I’m a poor devil. I haven’t much.”
“Produce what you have.”
Gates took out his purse, which proved to contain a hundred and fifty dollars in gold.
“Is that all?”
“Every cent.”
“Search him.”