“And we’d have to walk back here in the morning to get the money,” added Tom.
“All right,” said Bob. “What will we do, then?”
But no one offered a suggestion. Instead they stood and stared dejectedly across the street. Even Barry appeared to have lost spirit; there was a weary air in the way he held his stump of a tail. On the other side of the street a fence was placarded with highly colored circus posters. “Millford, Sept. 9,” was the legend they bore. That was to-morrow.
“If we get that money,” said Nelson, “let’s stay and see the circus.”
“Never mind about the circus,” said Bob irritably. “What we’ve got to do is to find some place to sleep.”
“And something to eat,” added Tom sadly.
“Let’s sleep outdoors,” said Dan. “It’s going to be fairly warm to-night, I guess.”
“But how about food?” asked Bob.
“Let’s go to a house and ask them to feed us,” suggested Tom. “Tell them we’ll pay in the morning.”
“No, sir,” answered Bob. “That’s begging, and I won’t beg.”