"Sir?" said the barkeeper, astounded, and hardly believing his ears.
"A glass of brandy!" repeated Rudolph, irritably. "Where is thy ears?"
"I beg pardon, sir, but I was surprised. I did not know that gentlemen of your faith ever drank liquor."
"Thee is right," said the tramp, recollecting himself. "It is only for my health. Thee may make it strong, so that I may feel better soon."
Rudolph drained the glass, and then after a little hesitation, he said:
"I feel better. Will thee mix me another glass, and a little stronger?"
A stronger glass was given him, and he poured it down rapidly.
The barkeeper looked at him shrewdly.
"Quaker as he is, he is evidently used to brandy," he said to himself. "If he wasn't those two glasses would have upset him."
But Rudolph did not appear to be upset, or, indeed, to be in the least affected.