They talked awhile longer, and then his companion rose from the bench.
"Come along, Johnny," he said. "Let's go to roost."
"All right," said Sam, and the two left the Park.
CHAPTER XVIII. — SAM TURNS IMPOSTOR.
Tim conducted our hero to an alley-way, not far from the North river, in which an old wagon had come to temporary anchor.
"This is my hotel," he said. "I like it cause it's cheap. They don't trouble you with no bills here. Tumble in."
Tim, without further ceremony, laid himself down on the floor of the wagon, and Sam followed his example. There is everything in getting used to things, and that is where Tim had the advantage. He did not mind the hardness of his couch, while Sam, who had always been accustomed to a regular bed, did. He moved from one side to another, and then lay on his back, seeking sleep in vain.
"What's up?" muttered Tim, sleepily. "Why don't you shut your peepers?"