"No, we don't carry liquor."
"Oh!"
"We can get you some water if you want that," put in Whopper.
"What?"
Whopper repeated his words.
"No, I don't want any cold water—I'm cold enough now," said the tramp.
CHAPTER XIII
IN CAMP ONCE MORE
The boys imagined the man was not well and they dropped their game and set to work to get breakfast for him. They took the venison steak and warmed it up, and also warmed the few crackers which still remained from the lunch. The man ate greedily, and then consented to drink a little water.
"Where are you going?" he asked, while eating the last of the venison. They had found out that, in spite of being a tramp, he was fairly well spoken. Evidently drink had brought him down in the world.