SETTING A TRAP
At half-past five Tony got up. He would have liked to remain in bed two hours longer, but there was no chance for late resting at the farmhouse. Rudolph, too, was awakened by Abner, and the two tramps took their seats at the breakfast table with the rest of the family.
Rudolph furtively scowled at Tony. To him he attributed the failure of his plans the night before, and he was furious against him—the more so that he did not dare to say anything in presence of the farmer’s family.
Where are you going to-day?” asked the farmer, addressing Rudolph.
I am going to walk to Crampton. I may get employment there.”
“It is twelve miles away. That is a good walk.”
“I don’t mind for myself. I mind it for my son,” said Rudolph hypocritically.
He can stay here till you come back,” said the farmer’s wife hospitably.
If you’re willing to have him, I’ll leave him for one more night,” said Rudolph. “It’ll do him good to rest.”
“He can stay as well as not,” said the farmer. “When are you coming back?”