That gentleman shook himself and announced that he was uninjured.

Then he said that he was drunk, which was an unnecessary confidence.

It developed that he followed the trade of printer; also that he had just come to town.

He had no money, he had no place to sleep; and, what was wonderful to Richard, he appeared in no whit cast down by his bankrupt and bedless state.

He had had money; but like many pleasant optimistic members of his mystery of types, he had preferred to spend it in liquor, leaving humdrum questions, such as bed and board, to solve themselves.
"For," said the bedless one, "I'm a tramp printer!" And he flung forth the adjective as though it were a title of respect.
Having invested some little exertion in the affairs of the stranger, Richard thought he might as well go forward and invest a little money.
With that he went out of his way to lead the drunken one to a cheap hotel, where the porter took him in charge under contract to put him to bed.