The stranger seemed not entirely put out by the persistent refusal of the landlord and said:
"We will find some corner in which to lie after supper."
"I will give you no supper."
This declaration, made in a firm tone, brought the mysterious traveller to his feet.
"Can you, a Christian, speak thus?" he cried. "We are dying of hunger. I have been on my legs since sunrise, and have walked ten leagues to-day, for most part carrying my child on my back. I have the money, I am hungry, and I will have food."
"I have none for you," said the landlord.
"What are you cooking in your kitchen, the savory odors of which are maddening to a hungry man?"
"It is all ordered."
"By whom?"
"Merchants and travellers from Plymouth and New Amsterdam."