"Why! where is my money gone to ?" Where, indeed! But that it was gone, and irretrievably--most likely stolen when we were so wedged in the crowd--there could be no manner of doubt.

And I had not a groat.

I had little use for money, and rarely carried any.
"Would not somebody trust us ?" suggested I.
"I never asked anybody for credit in my life--and for a horse and gig--they'd laugh at me.

Still--yes--stay here a minute, and I'll try." He came back, though not immediately, and took my arm with a reckless laugh.
"It's of no use, Phineas--I'm not so respectable as I thought.

What's to be done ?" Ay! what indeed! Here we were, two friendless youths, with not a penny in our pockets, and ten miles away from home.