that must have come up during' the night. 'I'd like to know where
I am,' I thinks. 'But somebody will tell me before long, so there
is no use worrying about that--the main point is, have I been
touched?' I dug down into my jeans and there wasn't a thing of any
kind to remember me by. 'No,' I says to myself, 'I ain't been
touched--I've been grabbed--they might have left me the price of a
breakfast! Well, it's a nice looking country, anyhow!' So down I
walks to the office. A cheerful-seeming plump kind of a man was
sitting behind the desk. 'Hello!' says he, glancing up and smiling
as I came in. 'How do you open up this morning?'

"'Somebody saved me the trouble,' says I. 'I'm afraid I'll have to
give you the strong arm for breakfast.'

"He grinned wide. 'Oh, it ain't as bad as that, I hardly reckon,'
says he. He dove into a safe and brought out a cigar-box.

"'When a gentleman's in the condition you was in last night,' he
says, 'I always make it a point to go through his clothes and take
out anything a stranger might find useful, trusting that there
won't be no offence the next morning. Here's your watch and the
rest of your valuables, including the cash--count your money and
see if it's right.'

"Well, sir! I was one happy man, and I thanked that feller as I
thumbed over the bills, but when I got up to a hundred and seventy
I begun to feel queer. Looked like I'd made good money on the trip.

"'What's the matter?' says he, seeing my face. 'Nothing wrong, I
hope!'