“No.”
“Will you go with me to my hotel?”
“I have no money.”
“Poor boy!” thought Robert, “it is easy enough to see that.”
Bill’s ragged clothes were assurance enough of the truth of what he said.
“I must take care of this poor boy,” thought Robert. “It will delay me, but I can’t leave him.”
He heard the sound of approaching wheels, and, looking up, saw a man approaching in a wagon. Robert signaled him to stop.
“I want to take this boy to the hotel,” he said, “but he has not strength enough to walk. Will you take us aboard? I will pay you a fair price.”
“Poor little chap! He looks sick, that’s a fact!” said the kind-hearted countryman. “Yes, I’ll give you both a lift, and I won’t ask a cent.”
There was some surprise felt at the hotel when Robert appeared with his new-found friend. Some of the servants looked askance at the ragged clothes, but Robert said quietly: