This declaration was received with a guffaw, not one of the hearers
believing a word of it.
"Jumped off to get away from the Bobbies," sneered the bartender. "If you
don't get out of here quicker'n lightning I'll hand you over to them."
"We can go out if you say so," said Tom, in the same good-natured manner;
"but we came in to get our supper and stay all night."
"Have you got the stamps to pay for it?"
"If we hadn't we'd know better than to come in here."
"All right; my terms are a half a dollar apiece for supper and lodging."
"What is it with breakfast?"
"Seventy-five cents."
"We might as well pay you now."
And in his off-hand fashion Tom drew from his water-soaked pocket his
portemonnaie, remarking to Jim that they would arrange it between
themselves, and handed the exact change to the somewhat surprised
bartender and clerk.
That made a difference; and the servant became as obsequious as if he had
just recognized in his visitor a millionaire that had dropped in to spend
a part of his fortune with him.
The boys were hungry, as may be supposed, and they fell to eating like a
couple of famished wanderers.
Pages:
69
70
71
72
73
74
75
76
77
78
79
80
81
82
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93