“This is all the baggage I have,” said Joe, indicating a bundle tied in a red cotton handkerchief.
“Then, I’ll only charge a dollar and a half,” said the hackman.
“I’ll walk,” said Joe. “I can’t afford to pay a dollar and a half.”
“You can’t walk; it’s too far.”
“How far is it?”
“Ten miles, more or less,” answered the hackman.
“Then I shall save fifteen cents a mile,” said Joe, not much alarmed, for he did not believe the statement.
“If you lose your way, don’t blame me.”
Joe made his way out of the crowd, and paused at the corner of the next street for reflection. Finally he stopped at an apple and peanut stand, and, as a matter of policy, purchased an apple.
“I am from the country,” he said, “and I want to find a cheap hotel. Can you recommend one to me?”