"So I am," answered Travers readily.
"Of what nature?"
"I've just been turned out of the house of the only friend I have in the village, and I don't know where to go."
"Go to the tavern."
"So I would if I had money enough to pay my score. You haven't got five dollars to spare, have you?"
Travers had no expectation of being answered in the affirmative, and he was surprised, as well as gratified, when the stranger drew out his wallet, and, taking therefrom a five-dollar bill, put it into his hand.
"There," said he.
"Well!" exclaimed the astonished Travers, "you're a gentleman if ever there was one. May I know the name of such an—an ornament to his species?"
The stranger smiled.
"I am glad you appreciate my little favor," he said. "As to my name, you may call me Colonel Johnson."