"A tramp!" said the old man, in the same suspicious tone.
"Yes, I suppose so," said Tony, although he did not like the title overmuch.
"Well, I've got nothing for you," said the old man, roughly.
"I don't want anything except the chance to sleep."
"Don't you want any supper?"
"No, I've got my supper here," returned our hero, producing his paper of provisions.
"What have you got there?" asked the old man, with an eager look.
"Some bread and butter and cold meat."
"It looks good," said the other, with what Tony thought to be a longing look.
"I'll share it with you, if you'll let me sleep here to-night," said Tony.