“Nor I,” said Nelson.
“It isn’t begging if you pay for it,” said Tom indignantly.
“Well, it sounds a whole lot like it. I’d rather go without eating.”
“We might draw lots,” said Dan, “and eat one of us.”
“Wish I was home,” muttered Tom.
He thrust his hands deep into his trousers pockets and stared disconsolately across at the circus posters. Then suddenly his face lighted, he uttered a gurgle, and yanked his left hand out of his pocket.
“Lu-lu-lu-look!” he sputtered.
They looked. There in Tom’s palm lay a shining half dollar.
“Where’d you get it?” they cried.