《Slime》（史莱姆）二(5)

When he sat down, the counterman shook his head. "Get goin', bud. No free coffee today."
With a wide grin, the hobo produced his ten-dollar bill and spread it on the counter. "That covers a good breakfast here, pardner?"
The counterman seemed irritated. "OK. OK. What'll you have?" He eyed the bill suspiciously.
Henry Hossing ordered orange juice, toast, ham and eggs, oatmeal, melon, and coffee.
When it appeared, he ate every bit of it, ordered additional cups of coffee, paid the check as if two-dollar breakfasts were customary with him, and then sauntered back to the street.

Shortly after noon, after his three-dollar lunch, he saw the liquor store. For a few minutes he stood across the street from it, fingering his five-dollar bill. Finally he crossed with an abstracted smile, entered and bought a quart of rye whisky.
He hesitated on the sidewalk, debating whether or not he should return to the little shack in the side alley. After a minute or two of indecision, he decided against it and struck out instead for Wharton's Swamp. The local police were far less likely to disturb him there, and since the skies were clearing and the weather mild, there was little immediate need of shelter.