“About a mile. Perhaps a little more.”
Paul took the valise in his hand, and went out of the hotel, followed by the old man.
“Do you know the way all round here, sonny?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, it beats me. I get turned round, and don’t know where I am. If it wasn’t for that, I could have gone to the ferry alone. But land’s sake! I might wander all round till tomorrow morning without finding it.”
“Then I guess it’s better to have a boy with you,” said Paul, laughingly.
“You look like a smart boy,” said the old man, attentively examining Number 91. “Do you like your business?”
“Pretty well,” answered Paul.
“Is the pay pretty good?”
“I get four dollars a week.”