“Yes; but it’s all I can expect, and better than I often have. Why, I’ve slept in barns and under haystacks plenty of times.”
“What is your name?”
“Tony Rugg.”
“Well, Tony, you must come and stop with me to-night.”
“With you?”
“Yes, at the St. Regis Hotel. You can help me get there, and share my room.”
Tony hesitated.
Do you mean it?” he asked.
Why shouldn’t I?”
“Because you are a gentleman, and I—do you know what they call me?”