“I was locked in an empty freight car.”
“Humph! That's a new one! How long?”
“What day is this?”
“Friday.”
“I was locked in Wednesday morning. It seemed longer.”
“It's long enough,” commented the barkeeper.
“I was robbed,” Samuel went on. “A man took all my money.” And then the old shame started up in him. “Don't think I'm a beggar. I'll work and pay for this.”
“That's all right,” said the barkeeper. “Be easy.”
“Haven't you anything I can do? Some wood to split?”
“We don't burn wood.”