ButI’musedtogoinghungrywhenIhaveto。Now，’sayshe，’I’mgoingoutandgetahackandridedowntotheaddressonthisScuddercard。Youstayhereandtrytohustlesomegrub。ButIdoubtifyou’llfindit。I
wishwe’dbroughtalongsomecornmealandbaconandbeans。I’llbebackwhenIseethisScudder，ifthetrailain’twipedout。’
\"SoIstartsforagingforbreakfast。ForthehonourofoldMojadaCountyIdidn’twanttoseemgreentothemabolitionists，soeverytimeIturnedacornerinthemmarblehallsIwentuptothefirstdeskorcounterIseeandlooksaroundforgrub。IfIdidn’tseewhatIwantedIaskedforsomethingelse。InabouthalfanhourIhadadozencigars，fivestorymagazines，andsevenoreightrailroadtime-tablesinmypockets，andneverasmellofcoffeeorbacontopointoutthetrail。
\"OncealadysittingatatableandplayingagamekindoflikepushpintoldmetogointoaclosetthatshecalledNumber3。Iwentinandshutthedoor，andtheblamedthinglititselfup。Isetdownonastoolbeforeashelfandwaited。ThinksI，’Thisisaprivatedining-room。’Butnowaiternevercame。WhenIgottosweatinggoodandhard，Igoesoutagain。
\"’Didyougetwhatyouwanted？’saysshe。