"Two dollars and a half is a pretty small haul." "I am sorry, gentlemen, that I haven't anything more.

It isn't my fault, for I've tried hard to get something to do to-day, and couldn't." "You're a cool customer," said the barkeeper.
"I expect to be to-night, for I shall have to sleep out." "You can go," said his captor, as he opened the door of the den; "and don't come round here again, unless you've got more money with you." "I don't think I shall," said Joe.
When Joe found himself penniless, he really felt less anxious than when he had at least money enough to pay for lodging and breakfast.
Having lost everything, any turn of fortune must be for the better.
"Something has got to turn up pretty quick," thought Joe.

"It's just as well I didn't get a job to-day.

I should only have had more money to lose." He had not walked a hundred feet when his attention was called to the figure of a gentleman walking some rods in front of him.

He saw it but indistinctly, and would not have given it a second thought had he not seen that the person, whoever he might be, was stealthily followed by a man who in general appearance resembled the rascal who had robbed him of his money.