"Not an ounce. I haven't enough to pay for a bed."
"What will you do for a place to sleep?" inquired Ben, to whom this seemed an alarming state of things.
The stranger shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't worry about that," he said. "I'll stretch myself out somewhere when night comes. I'm used to roughing it."
"Won't you get cold sleeping out of doors?" asked Ben.
The other gave a short, quick laugh.
"What do you take me for, boy? I don't look delicate, do I?"
"Not very," answered Ben, smiling.
"I've slept out under the stars pretty reg'lar for the past six months. I only wish I was back to the mines."
"Do you think I can go in?" Ben said hesitatingly.