“Why, ain’t you goin’ to pay me?”
“Oh, yes, I mean to pay you. I wouldn’t cheat a poor boy. I’m a poor boy myself.”
His guide looked at him in surprise.
“You a poor boy, with them clo’es?” he repeated. “If you was a poor boy you wouldn’t pay me for carryin’ your baggage.”
“But would carry it myself?”
“Yes.”
“So I would, but I wanted somebody to guide me to the hotel. I am traveling for a gentleman that pays the bills.”
“Oh, cricky! ain’t that jolly? Wouldn’t he like me to travel for him?”
“I guess not,” said Robert, laughing.
“If he should, just give a feller a chance.”