Sam colored. He had temporarily forgotten the little adventure that preceded his departure from his country home. After all, why should he be so angry with Clarence Brown for doing the very same thing he had done himself? Why, indeed? But Sam had an answer ready. The deacon did not need the money, while he could not get along very well without it. So it was meaner in Clarence Brown to take all he had, than in him to take what the deacon could so well spare. I hope my readers understand that this was very flimsy and unsatisfactory reasoning. Stealing is stealing, under whatever circumstances. At any rate Sam found it inconvenient to answer Tim's pointed question. They talked awhile longer, and then his companion rose from the bench. "Come along, Johnny," he said. "Let's go to roost." "All right," said Sam, and the two left the Park. CHAPTER XVIII. SAM TURNS IMPOSTOR. Tim conducted our hero to an alley-way, not far from the North river, in which an old wagon had come to temporary anchor. "This is my hotel," he said. "I like it cause it's cheap. They don't trouble you with no bills here. Tumble in." Tim, without further ceremony, laid himself down on the floor of the wagon, and Sam followed his example. There is everything in getting used to things, and that is where Tim had the advantage. He did not mind the hardness of his couch, while Sam, who had always been accustomed to a regular bed, did. He moved from one side to another, and then lay on his back, seeking sleep in vain. "What's up?" muttered Tim, sleepily. "Why don't you shut your peepers?" "The boards are awful hard," Sam complained. "It aint nothin' when you're used to it," said Tim. "You go to sleep, and you won't mind it." "I wish I could," said Sam, turning again. Finally he succeeded in getting to sleep, but not till some time after his companion. He slept pretty well, however, and did not awaken till, at six o'clock, he was shaken by his companion. "What's the matter? Where am I?" asked Sam, feeling bewildered at first. "Why, here you are, in course," said the matter-of-fact Tim. "Did you think you was in the station-house?" "No, I hope not," answered Sam. "What time is it?" "I don't know. A chap stole my watch in the night. I guess it's after six. Have you got any stamps?" "No." "Nor I. We've got to stir round, and earn some breakfast." "How'll we do it?" "We'll go down to the pier, and wait for the Boston boat. Maybe we'll get a chance to smash some baggage." "I hope so," said Sam, "for I'm hungry." "I'm troubled that way myself," said Tim. "Come along." When they reached the pier, they found a number of boys, men, and hack-drivers already in waiting. They had to wait about half an hour, when they saw the great steamer slowly approaching the wharf. Instantly Tim was on the alert. "When they begin to come ashore, you must go in and try your luck. Just do as I do." This Sam resolved to do.