"I'm goin' that way. You can go with me if you want to."
Ben readily accepted the companionship proffered, and was led past the museum, the site of which, as I have said, is now occupied by the Herald Building.
Turning down Fulton Street, Ben soon saw a restaurant, with bills of fare displayed outside.
"That's a good place," said his guide.
"Thank you," said Ben.
He scanned the bill in advance, ascertaining to his satisfaction that he could obtain a plate of roast beef for fifteen cents, and a cup of coffee for five. This would make but twenty cents, leaving him a balance of two cents.
He opened the door and entered.
There was a long table running through the centre of the apartment, from the door to the rear. On each side, against the sides of the room, were small tables intended for four persons each. There were but few eating, as the busy time at down-town restaurants usually extends from twelve to half-past one, or two o'clock, and it was now nearly three.
Ben entered and took a seat at one of the side tables, laying his bundle on a chair beside him.
A colored waiter came up, and stood awaiting his orders.