"I am going to walk to Crampton. I may get employment there."
"It is twelve miles away. That's a good walk."
"I don't mind it for myself. I mind it for my son," said Rudolph, hypocritically.
"He can stay here till you come back," said the farmer, hospitably.
"If you're willing to have him, I will leave him for one more night," said Rudolph. "It'll do him good to rest."
"He can stay as well as not," said the farmer. "When are you coming back?"
"Perhaps to-night, but I think not till to-morrow."
"Don't trouble yourself about your son. He will be safe here."
"You are very kind," said the elder tramp. "Tony, thank these good people for their kindness to you."