"Never mind; you can get back by the next train." "Yes; but the question is if we've got any money," answered Jack Vance ruefully.

"It's fourpence the single journey, so the fare there and back for three of us'll be two bob.

Here's threepence; that's all the tin I'm worth .-- what have you got, Diggy ?" "Four halfpenny stamps, and half a frank on my watch-chain," was the reply.

"But I don't think these railway Johnnies 'ud take either of those." On examination, the only articles of value Mugford's pockets were found to contain were an aluminium pencil-case which wouldn't work, and a dirty scrap of indiarubber.
"Look here," cried Carton, "I'll give you two shillings.

It's my fault; and I've got something over from my journey-money." The offer was gladly accepted, and at length, when the train reached Chatton, the three chums wished their companion good-bye, laughing heartily over their unexpected journey.
"What time's the next train back to Ronleigh ?" asked Jack, as he paid the money for their fare to the ticket-collector.
"Let's see," answered the official: "next train to Ronleigh--5.47." Jack's face fell.