CHAPTER II. THE FARM-HOUSE.
"Where are we going to stop to-night?" asked Tony ten minutes later.
"There," answered Rudolph, pointing out a farm-house, a little to the left.
"Suppose they won't let us."
"They will admit us into their barn, at least, if we play our cards right. Listen to what I say. You are to be my son."
"But I am not your son."
"Be silent!" said the other tramp, "and don't you dare to contradict me. You have been sick, and are too weak to go farther."
"That is a lie, Rudolph."