"Then it's settled. Gee up, Dobbin!"
CHAPTER XIII. TONY GETS A PLACE.
Toward the close of the next day the tin-peddler halted in front of a country tavern, situated in a village of moderate size.
"I'm going to stay here over night," he said.
"Maybe they'll let me sleep in the barn," said Tony.
"In the barn! Why not in the house?"
"I haven't got any money, you know, Mr. Bickford."
"What's the odds? They won't charge anything extra for you to sleep with me."