“Not in these pockets,” laughed John, whose spirits now had returned. “We’ll have to go back and get some money if we are going to get any breakfast.”
“But I haven’t any money in my other pockets,” said Fred ruefully.
“And I haven’t either,” added John laughing as he spoke. “I didn’t think we would want any money yesterday so I didn’t take any with me.”
“My mother would say that this is another good lesson. She says I am all the while out of money and I ought to have enough with me to provide for what I want.”
“That’s the difficulty,” said John. “It isn’t so much getting the money as it is keeping it. But this is no joke, Fred. Neither of us has any money and I don’t believe up here even at Sault Ste. Marie they will give us something to eat unless we pay for it.”
“I put my watch in my pocket,” said Fred. “I don’t see anything for us to do except to hock that.”
“Maybe some fellow that keeps a restaurant will take it as security and hold it until we can redeem it.”
“We’ll try that,” said Fred quickly. “I wish we could find some place open now.”
“Perhaps we can, there are so many people on the street,” said John. “Come on let’s go further on and try it.”
In accordance with John’s suggestion the boys walked rapidly up the street and soon to their delight they discovered a restaurant which evidently was being patronized at that early hour. Several people could be seen seated at the small tables within the room, and, encouraged by the sight, the boys at once entered.