Oh, I’m used to tramping,” returned Tony lightly.
Can’t you put up some dinner for him, wife?” suggested the farmer. “It’ll make him hungry walking.”
“To be sure, I will,” she replied, and a large supply of eatables were put in a paper, sufficient to last Tony twenty-four hours at least.
The farmer deliberated whether he should not offer our hero half a dollar, but he was close, so far as money was concerned, and he decided in the negative.
So Tony set out, taking a course directly opposite to that pursued by Abner. In this way he thought he should best avoid the chance of meeting Rudolph.
About five o’clock he felt that it was about time to look
about for a night’s rest. A hotel was, of course, out of the question, and he looked about for a farmhouse. The nearest dwelling was a small one, of four rooms, setting back from the road, down a lane.
Perhaps I can get in there,” thought Tony.
An old man, with a patriarchal beard, whose neglected and squalid dress seemed to indicate poverty, was sitting on the doorstep.
Good-evening,” said Tony.