After his escape from the grizzly Tom had no further adventures of an exciting character. One afternoon he and his companions arrived at Sacramento. It was but a small settlement, but was more town-like than any place they had yet seen in California. They drove to a two-story frame building, which was the chief hotel in the town. Taking the precaution to inquire the price of board and lodging, they were dismayed by the extravagance of the charges. Tom saw that his reserve fund of twenty dollars would scarcely last him forty-eight hours. "I can't stay here, Mr. Ferguson," he said. "I will take my chances and camp out, if necessary." "I agree with you, lad; I'm not inclined to waste my substance on luxurious living." "There won't be much luxurious living, I guess," said Ebenezer Onthank,

