“Four o’clock. You won’t have to, though.”
“What time do you get breakfast?”
“Half-past five, after I’ve milked and done the chores. You must be up by that time, or you won’t get anything to eat.”
“That’s pretty early,” thought Tony. “I don’t see the use of getting up so early.”
“I guess I’ll go to sleep,” said Abner. “I’m tuckered out.”
“Good-night,” said Tony.
Good-night.”
The young giant turned over, closed his eyes, and in five minutes was asleep.
Tony did not compose himself to sleep so readily, partly because Abner began to snore in a boisterous manner, partly because he felt disturbed by the thought of the treachery which Rudolph required at his hands.
Tony was only a tramp, but he had an instinct of honor in him. In the farmhouse he had been kindly treated and hospitably entertained. He felt that it would be very mean to steal down in the dead of night and open the door to his companion in order that he might rob the unsuspecting farmer of his money. On the other hand, if he did not do this he knew that he would be severely beaten by Rudolph.