His companion rose and left the park, probably in search of a beer saloon. Jed got up, too, and took another walk. By half-past twelve he felt decidedly hungry. His breakfast had lasted him till then, but he was young and healthy, and craved three meals a day.
"How shall I manage to get dinner?" thought Jed seriously.
He paused in front of the Astor House, which he knew to be a hotel, and saw business men entering in quest of their midday lunch.
It was tantalizing. There was plenty of food inside, but he lacked the wherewithal to purchase a portion.
"Why, Jed, how are you?" came unexpectedly to his ears.
He looked up and saw a brown-bearded, pleasant-faced man, whom he recognized as a fellow-guest at the Spray Hotel at Sea Spray.
"When did you leave Sea Spray?" asked his friend.
"Only yesterday."
"Going to stay in the city?"