"I see," said Samuel.

"They make a great howl about the saloons an' all the rest," added the
barkeeper. "But when the Republicans ran things, my boss paid his
little rake-off just the same, you can bet. But you needn't tell that
to the perfessor."

"I won't," said the boy.

"What you goin' to do now?" asked the other.

"I don't know. I guess I'll have to get something to eat first."

"You'll find the cheapest way is to buy a glass of beer and then feed
over there."

"No," said Samuel, startled. "I--I think I'd rather not do that."

"Well, so long," said Finriegan, with a laugh.

"You'll see me to-morrow morning," said Samuel, as he went out.




CHAPTER VI


Samuel went to a bake shop and bought a loaf of bread and sat on the
bench of the public square and devoured it bit by bit. It was the