"Well, good-night; drop in any time." Mose went out into the street once more.

He was hungry, and so turned in at the principal hotel in the city for a "good square meal." An Italian playing the violin and his boy accompanying him on the harp, made up a little orchestra.

Some palms in pots, six mirrors set between the windows, together with tall, very new, oak chairs gave the dining room a magnificence which abashed the bold heart of the trailer for a moment.
However, his was not a nature to show timidity, and taking a seat he calmly spread his damp napkin on his knee and gave his order to the colored waiter (the Palace Hotel had the only two colored waiters in Wagon Wheel) with such grace as he could command after long years upon the trail.
As he lifted his eyes he became aware of "the princess" seated at another table and facing him.

She seemed older than when he saw her in the carriage.

Her face was high-colored, and her hair a red-brown.