The night was dark, for there was no moon.
Suddenly he felt himself seized in a tight grip, while a low, stern voice in his ear demanded: "Your money, and be quick about it!" Hogan was not a brave man, but this demand, in his impecunious condition, instead of terrifying him, struck his sense of humor as an exceedingly good joke.
"You've got the wrong man!" he chuckled.
"Stop your fooling, and hand over your money, quickly!" was the stern rejoinder.
"My dear friend," said Hogan, "if you can find any money about me, it's more than I can do myself." "Are you on the square ?" demanded the other suspiciously.
"Look at me, and see." The highwayman took him at his word.

Lighting a match, he surveyed his captive.
"You don't look wealthy, that's a fact," he admitted.

"Where are you going ?" "I don't know.

I haven't got any money, nor any place to sleep." "Then you'd better be leaving this place, or another mistake may be made." "Stop!" said Hogan, with a sudden thought.

"Though I haven't any money, I can tell you where we can both find some." "Do you mean it ?" "Yes." "Come in here, then, and come to business." He led Hogan into a low shanty on Pacific Street, and, bidding him be seated on a broken settee, waited for particulars..