There can’t be two Tony Ruggs in this world,” he said to himself. “I am sure this is the boy.”
On reaching the hotel he sauntered out to the stable yard in the rear of the house. His eyes lighted with pleasure, for he at once caught sight of Tony, standing beside James, the hostler.
There comes old Broadbrim,” said James, in a low voice. “The barkeeper told me he took two stiff horns of brandy. He’s a queer sort of Quaker.”
Tony gave a glance at the tramp but entertained no suspicion of his not being what he represented. Rudolph came nearer. His disguise had been so successful that he felt perfectly safe from discovery.
Does thee keep many horses?” he asked.
Yes, sir; we have twelve.”
“That is a large number. Yea, verily, it is.”
“Well, it is. There’s a good deal of carting to do for the hotel; besides Mr. Porter keeps a livery stable. Was you ever this way before?” asked James.
“Nay, verily.”
“Are you going away to-morrow morning?”