Oh, no, I guess not,” said Tony reassuringly.
I never felt so before,” groaned Ben. “I’m an old man. Don’t you really think I shall die?”
Tony knew nothing of medicines or of diseases, but he had the sense to understand that the old man would be more likely to recover if his terror could be allayed, and he said lightly:
“Oh, it’s only a trifle. You’ve taken cold, very likely. A cup of hot tea would be good for you.”
“I haven’t any tea,” groaned Ben. “It costs a great deal, and I’m very poor. I can’t afford to buy it.”
Tony smiled, remembering the hoard of gold.
I guess you’ve got some money,” said Tony. “You’d better let me go to the store, and buy some tea and a fresh roll for you.”
“How much will it cost?” asked Ben.
I can get some bread, and tea, and sugar for thirty or forty cents,” answered Tony.
Forty cents! It’s frightful!” exclaimed Ben. “I—I guess I’ll do without it.”