His Trampship followed.
She was not a little alarmed at finding the ill-looking fellow close at her heels. She feared and dared not anger him.
Placing a chair at a table, she bade him be seated, and then she hastened to set before him bread, milk and cold meat.
"The best the house affords, eh?" he chuckled, as he sat up to the repast. "The very best."
"And it's good enough for a king."
Then he fell to and ate ravenously.
The girl walked to the door and gazed uneasily down the road.
"Brother comin'?"
"I do not see him."
"What's your name?"