“Vere you s’pose I found dot yackets?”
“Where I left it, of course.”
“Und you say you left id py a nail in der tent, ain’t id?”
“Yes,” said Prawle, growing tired of the argument.
“Vell, den, I found dot yackets on der bushes ub der road a liddle vhiles ago. Vot you haf to said to dot?”
“On the bushes up the road!” exclaimed Prawle, in surprise.
“I guess you’re dreaming, Meyer,” said Jack with a laugh.
“Don’d talk foolishness.”
Prawle thrust his hand into the various pockets of the garment in quick succession, but each time drew it out empty.
“Boys,” he said at last, “my pocketbook is gone.”