There was something attractive in his good-humored recklessness that impressed Dean favorably.
"My name is Dean Dunham," he responded, "not known on any stage."
"Excuse the impertinence, but are you a young man of fortune?"
"Yes, if you call sixty-seven cents a fortune."
"Dean, my boy, you have ten cents the advantage of me. If you have any plans that with our united capital we may be able to carry out, my wealth is at your service."
"I have no plans except to get something to eat," said Dean.
"I am with you there," said the actor, rising with alacrity from his recumbent position. "Know you of a hostelry?"
"If that means a restaurant, I think we may find one in the village."
"Wisely guessed. If you have no objection to my company, we will walk together."