"Thirteen."
"How much money did you lose?" asked Redwood, with an obvious sneer.
"Nearly a hundred dollars."
"In wildcat bank notes, I dare say."
"No, sir, in gold."
"That's a likely story! Boys of thirteen don't travel round much in these times with a hundred dollars in gold in their trousers' pockets."
"But I had the money, and I have been robbed in this house."
"I don't believe a word of it. But you have been breaking down my doors, and trying to get into my rooms. There isn't much law here, but you shall try on what little there is."
"I can prove all I say by my friends on board of the steamer."
"It's too late to do anything to-night, Glynn. You must keep him till morning. Lock him up in No. 10."