Leonard stooped over and helped the drunkard to a sitting position.
“Where am I? Where is hotel?”
Leonard answered him.
“Take me to hotel, and I’ll give you a dollar.”
“Certainly, sir,” said Leonard, briskly. He was to get his dollar after all, and would not have to steal it. I am afraid he is not to be praised for his honesty, as it seemed to be a matter of necessity.
“I wish he’d give me five dollars,” thought Leonard, but didn’t see his way clear to make the suggestion.
He placed the man on his feet, and guided his steps to the road. As he walked along, the inebriate, whose gait was at first unsteady, recovered his equilibrium and required less help.
“How long had you been lying there?” asked Leonard.
“Don’t know. I was taken sick,” and the inebriate nodded knowingly at Leonard, who felt at liberty to laugh, too.
“Do you ever get sick?”