"A bright idea!" Kirk smiled grimly; then, turning his pockets wrong side out, continued lightly: "You look me over and if you can find the price of a ticket I'll give you half."
"Then you have lost your money as well as your baggage and your identity?"
"So it would seem."
"Impossible!"
It was plain that the officer was growing angry, so Kirk made haste to say:
"Now let's be friends, at least. By-the-way—pardon the personal nature of the question—but—what size shirt do you wear?"
"Seventeen."
"Saved! Let me have about six, will you?"
"Certainly NOT," returned the other. "I need all I have."
"Miser! Then you must help me find some one my size."