As I came in my father looked up at me, and I saw a light of greed in his eyes such as I had never seen before.

He caught up the money with an eager clutch and swept it into his pocket.
"Very good, mister," said he; "the room's yours, and you pay always on the third of the month." "Ah! and here is my first friend," cried de Lapp, holding out his hand to me with a smile which was kindly enough, and yet had that touch of patronage which a man uses when he smiles to his dog.

"I am myself again now, thanks to my excellent supper and good night's rest.

Ah! it is hunger that takes the courage from a man.

That most, and cold next." "Aye, that's right," said my father; "I've been out on the moors in a snow-drift for six-and-thirty hours, and ken what it's like." "I once saw three thousand men starve to death," remarked de Lapp, putting out his hands to the fire.