The silver on the bridle is worth that alone.

Mebbe he'll understand I'm broke, and send me fifty." He became so sure of this at last that he stepped into a saloon and bought a big glass of brandy to ward off a chill which he felt coming upon him, and helped himself to a lunch at the counter.

When he arose his limbs felt weak and a singular numbness had spread over his whole body.

He had never been drunk in his life--but he knew the brandy had produced this effect.
"I shouldn't have taken it on an empty stomach," he muttered to himself as he dragged his heavy limbs out of the door.
When he came fairly to his senses again he was lying in his little room and the slatternly chambermaid was looking in at him.
"You aind seek alretty ?" she asked.
"Go away," he said with a scowl; "you've bothered me too much." "You peen trinken--aind it.

Chim help you up de stairs last nide." "What time is it ?" he asked, with an effort to recall where he had been.
"Tweluf o'clock," she replied, still looking at him keenly, genuinely concerned about him.
"Go away.