A man in shirt sleeves, and with unhealthy complexion, was mixing drinks behind the bar.
"Hallo, Rudolph! Back again?" was his salutation.
"Yes," said the tramp, throwing himself down in a seat.
"What's the news with you? Been prospering?"
"No."
"Where have you been?"
"Tramping round the country."
"Where's the boy you used to have with you?"
"Run away; curse him!" returned the tramp with a fierce scowl.