It was a shanty compared with the magnificent hotels which now open their portals to strangers, but the charge was ten dollars a day and the fare was of the plainest.
"I guess I won't stop here," said Joe, "My money wouldn't keep me here more than an hour or two." "At any rate, Joe, you must dine with me," said Folsom.

"Then you may start out for yourself." "You must dine with me, both of you," said Carter.
Folsom saw that he was in earnest, and accepted.
The dinner was plain but abundant, and all three did justice to it.
Joe did not know till afterward that the dinner cost five dollars apiece.
After dinner the two friends sat down to talk over old times and mutual friends, but Joe felt that there was no time for him to lose.
He had his fortune to make.

Still more important, he had his living to make, and in a place where dollars were held as cheap as dimes in New York or Boston.
So, emerging into the street, with his small bundle under his arm, he bent his steps as chance directed..