"What's the matter?" asked Shep, not unkindly, for the fellow was
evidently suffering.

"Don't leave me," cried the man. "I'm sick and I'm hungry, and I
nearly froze to death last night. Please don't leave me!"

"Have you had anything to eat?" asked Whopper.

"Not a mouthful since yesterday noon. I had some stuff wrapped in a
newspaper, but I lost it in the snow." The man did not add that he had
been intoxicated and had not known where he was going or what he was
doing.

"Well, here is a piece of venison steak and some crackers," said Shep.
"That's all we can give you just now."

"Ain't you got anything to drink?" asked the man, wistfully.

"No, we don't carry liquor."

"Oh!"

"We can get you some water if you want that," put in Whopper.

"What?"

Whopper repeated his words.

"No, I don't want any cold water--I'm cold enough now," said the