Thought again.

Then an idea struck him, and he said: "Come with me." He took the outcast's arm, walked him down to Martin's restaurant, seated him at a marble table, placed the bill of fare before him, and said: "Order what you want, friend.

Charge it to me, Mr.Martin." "All right, Mr.Blucher," said Martin.
Then Blucher stepped back and leaned against the counter and watched the man stow away cargo after cargo of buckwheat cakes at seventy-five cents a plate; cup after cup of coffee, and porter house steaks worth two dollars apiece; and when six dollars and a half's worth of destruction had been accomplished, and the stranger's hunger appeased, Blucher went down to French Pete's, bought a veal cutlet plain, a slice of bread, and three radishes, with his dime, and set to and feasted like a king! Take the episode all around, it was as odd as any that can be culled from the myriad curiosities of Californian life, perhaps..