CHAPTER VII.
BEN'S TEMPTATION.
"Jest my luck!" complained Jerry. "Why couldn't the fire have waited till mornin'?"
"We might have burned up," said Ben, who was considerably impressed by his narrow escape.
"Only we didn't," said Jerry. "We'll have to try another hotel for the rest of the night."
"Where shall we go?"
"We may find a hay-barge down to the pier at the foot of Franklin Street."
"Is it far?"
"Not very."
"Let us go then."