Therefore, without further argument, he led his companion to the booth where a not very cleanly looking man was dispensing sausage sandwiches.
“There!” he said in a tone of satisfaction, “they are five cents apiece, an’ this ain’t any chowder business where they tuck on the price after you’ve ordered the stuff. Now fill right up, an’ when you can’t eat any more we’ll start out agin.”
Sadie obeyed meekly, and when each had eaten three of the sandwiches, their hunger was appeased.
“I’ve had all I want,” Sadie said as she wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her dress, “an’ they were good; but this payin’ fifteen cents for three of ’em when you can get a tony dinner up to the Jim Fisk restaurant for the same money, seems like a pretty big price.”
“Yes, that’s so,” Josiah added reflectively. “Out our way you can buy a whole pound of sausages for ten cents. This man must be makin’ hisself rich.”
During the five minutes spent in watching the vendor on his supposed road to wealth, Josiah forgot that he and Sadie were lost; and then the girl reminded him of the unpleasant fact by saying:—
“It won’t do to wait ’round here. I’m most certain we’re nowheres near the place we agreed to meet the fellers, an’ we’ve got to hunt pretty lively, ’cause it’ll be dark in a little while.”
Josiah followed without a word of remonstrance, although he would have been willing to remain almost anywhere rather than continue the exercise; but Sadie walked on rapidly, regardless alike of his or her weariness of body.
When night came they were still apparently as far from accomplishing the object of their search as at any time previous, and now Sadie believed the proper course was to return to New York.
Josiah would not listen to anything of the kind.