"Hollo!" cried Lambert, "what ails the man?"
Peter, pale and staring, was clapping his hands upon his breast and sides—he looked like one suddenly becoming deranged.
"He's sick!" cried Ben.
"No, he's lost something," said Carl.
Peter could only gasp—"the pocketbook! with all our money in it—it's gone!"
For an instant all were too much startled to speak.
Carl at last came out with a gruff,
"No sense in letting one fellow have all the money. I said so from the first. Look in your other pocket."
"I did—it isn't there."
"Open your under jacket——"