they decided that they must do as the letter said, and without loss of time.
Sladen was sitting in the reading-room of the hotel smoking a cheap cigar, when he was told a negro wished to see him.
"Very well, send him in," he said in his loud, consequential tone.
The burly negro came in almost on tiptoes and, putting his mouth close to Sladen's ear, whispered:
"I'se ready to go to work, sah. Hadn't yo' bettah gib me a dollah, sah?"
"What's that?" demanded the traveling man.
The negro repeated his words in a slightly louder tone.
"I don't want you to work for me!" cried the sour-looking individual. "Get out!"
"Dat's all right, sah. I can do it, sah."
"I don't want you."
"Yes, yo' do, sah. Won't you han' ober dat dollah, sah? It will come in mighty useful, sah."
"Say, you're crazy!" cried the traveling man.
By this time two other colored men were coming in. Both approached as secretly as had the first.
"I'se ready to go to work fo' you, sah," said each, and added: "Kin I hab dat dollah?"
"Look here, what does this mean?" roared the
