“No,” answered Robert.
“I will carry you cheap.”
“What do you call cheap?”
“Where do you want to go?”
“Astor House.”
This hotel had been suggested by the hermit.
“All right! Jump in!” and the hackman was about to take Robert’s valise.
“Wait a moment,” said the lad firmly. “I haven’t agreed to ride. What do you charge?”
“Two dollars.”
“Two dollars! How far is it?”