"You're on time, my lad," said Jake. "I didn't know as you'd think it worth while to look me up."
"I promised," said Ben.
"And you've kept your promise. That's more'n many a man would do."
"How did you pass the night?" asked Ben.
"I stretched out on the soft side of a board. It isn't the first time. I slept like a top."
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Well, there! you've got me," said Jake. "I reckoned on findin' an old friend that keeps a saloon on Montgomery Street, but he's sold out to another man, and I hadn't the face to ask him for a bite. What a consarned fool I was to throw away all my pile."
"Where is the saloon?" said Ben. "We will go there, and while you are eating we can arrange our business."
"Thank you, boy. I ain't above acceptin' a favor of you, and I allow that I'm empty, and need fillin' up."
"You needn't thank me, Mr. Bradley-"