"I think I'll retire.
I've had a long journey and I'm awfully knocked out.

By the way, old chap," he continued, coming closer to David and whispering in his ear, which made that sensitive young man draw back with a quiver of dislike, "you couldn't favor me with a few dollars, could you?
I left my check book in my portmanteau, which is still on the way and I find I haven't a cent.

I'll return it to-morrow." David regarded him with amazement.

Here was a man whom he had met only an hour before, already trying to borrow money from him.

Schoolboys are not likely to have money about them, but David did happen to have five dollars in his pocket.
"Certainly," was all he said, as he handed over the money.
The transaction had only taken a moment and when David drew out the five dollar bill, he was careful not to let anyone see him do it.