"Will you?" the other answered.
"Yes; there's enough for both of us."
The old man was a miser, as Tony suspected. He was able to live comfortably, but he deprived himself of the necessaries of life in order to hoard away money. His face revealed that to Tony. He had nearly starved himself, but he had not overcome his natural appetites, and the sight of Tony's supper gave him a craving for it.
"I don't know," he said, doubtfully. "If I let you sleep here you might get up in the night and rob me."
Tony laughed.
"You don't look as if you had anything worth stealing," he said, candidly.
"You're right, quite right," said old Ben Hayden, for this was his name. "I've only saved a little money—a very little—to pay my funeral expenses. You wouldn't want to take that?"
"Oh, no," said Tony. "I wouldn't take it if you'd give it to me."
"You wouldn't? why not?"