"Are you hungry?"
Quick as thought she raised her head and looked appealingly into his face.
"Yes." Her lips trembled, and tears sprang into the dark eyes.
"Have you had anything to eat to-day?"
"No—little fish yesterday," she said quietly, holding up one finger to indicate the number.
"Good God! She's starving! Here, you toddy slinger, there! I say, can't you give this woman something to eat?" to the man behind the bar.
"Wal, I'm sorry to say it, but there aint no grub here; leastwise that's good for Eskimo," he added with a wink.
"I guess most anything would be good for her, and you hand out something real sudden, too," said the young man, tossing a bright silver dollar toward the counter.
"Oh, wal', if that's the game, I'm here. Oyster cocktail and crackers, eh, Stella?"
The woman's eyes brightened at the last words, which she understood; the first she was a stranger to, but if it was something to fill the awful void beneath she could eat it. She nodded eagerly.