CHAPTER III.
IN SAN ANTONIO.
NICK and Herbert stopped on the Plaza to inspect a bear, which a lank Texan had fastened to a staple by a rope, and was waiting thus late at night for a purchaser. The moment the boys passed, the owner began urging them to buy, offering the brute for fifteen dollars, and dwelling with much eloquence on the great bargain it was for anyone.
Our friends, however, had no use for any animals of that species, and, taking care to keep beyond reach of the beast, who showed a desire for closer acquaintance, they sauntered toward the hotel.
Just before reaching it, someone touched Nick’s arm in such a timid manner that he turned, wondering what it could mean.
A lad about twelve years of age, ragged and the picture of distress, asked in a tremulous voice:
“Please, sir, you’re from the North, aint you?”
“Yes,” replied Nick; “is your home there?”