Tomorrow the desert drama would unfold without them.
Still, he had a day's pay coming.

This time, though, it would be but five dollars--his dress suit had not been needed.

And five dollars would appease Mrs.Patterson for another week.

Yet what would be the good of sleeping if he had nothing to eat?
He was hungry now.

Thin soup, ever so plenteously spiced with catsup, was inadequate provender for a working artist.