“To the Junction, I expect. There ain’t no place short of that, as I know of, where you could be took in.”
“But that is a long way off,” objected Myles, “and I don’t believe I could cross the bridges in the dark.”
“No more do I believe you could,” replied the man.
“Besides, I am willing to pay, and pay well, for whatever food and shelter you will give me,” added Myles.
“Will you pay a dollar?”
“With pleasure.”
“In advance?”
“Yes, if you insist upon it.”
“Let’s see your money, stranger, and I’ll see what I can do.”
Now Myles had no money with him except the change from the fifty dollars that he had tucked into the envelope in which the bill had come to him that morning. So he was obliged to produce this in order to get out the required dollar.