I hardly know why, except perhaps that the idea occurred to me that, some day, I might get a chance of paying it.

But as we have no ink, nor pen, nor charcoal, I don't see how it can benefit us." He drew the bill from the pocket of his coatee.

Desmond took it, and stood looking at it in silence for a minute.

Then an idea occurred to him.
"I have it!" he exclaimed, presently.

"O'Neil, see if you can get a piece of this gold wire off my facings.