Sage sat upon the porch, empty, and contemplated the performance and meditated revenge.

Presently he beckoned to the landlord and took him aside and had a confidential talk with him.

He said, "I am the paymaster.

What is the bill ?" "Two suppers, fifty cents; two beds, thirty cents; two breakfasts, fifty cents--total, a dollar and thirty cents." Sage said, "Go back and make out the bill and fetch it to me here on the porch.

Make it thirteen dollars." "Thirteen dollars! Why, it's impossible! I am no robber.