You haven't got any money, of course ?" he asked, with a scarcely suppressed sneer.
"I've got a little," returned the young man.
"How much ?" The tramp put his hand into his breast, and drew out a piece of folded paper containing a single gold coin.
"Five dollars.

I've kept it a month; it doesn't cost much to live as I do," he added, dryly.
"There's fifty more.

Go to some hotel in San Jose, and let me know where you are.

You've got to live, and you don't want to work.

Well, you don't seem to be a fool; so I needn't tell you that if you expect anything from me, you must leave this matter in my hands.