"
"Are you scared, Peewee?" laughed George.
"Yes, I am, and I don't mind saying so," retorted Fred. "I don't
like the sound that comes from that room downstairs."
Fred's feelings were not relieved when he found it was impossible
to lock the doors. An old fashioned iron latch was the only means
by which each door was opened and there were not even bolts or
buttons by which the door could be fastened.
"I'm going to put a chair against the door," said Fred. "I'm
afraid something will happen before morning."
Nor was Fred disappointed, for two hours after the boys were in
bed the door of the room which Fred and John occupied was
stealthily opened by some one in the hall.
CHAPTER VII
AN UNWELCOME PARTY
"Who's there? Who's there?" demanded Fred sharply.
The noise in the room below had prevented him from sleeping
soundly. Several times he sat erect in bed, convinced that some
one was in the room. Even when his fears proved to be groundless
he was unable to ignore the shouts and songs and calls that
frequently indicated that the men in the room below were angry.
Before he had retired he had obtained a glimpse of the shouting
assembly when a door had been opened and the sight had not
soothed his feelings. And now he was positive some one was trying
to open the door of their room.
Aroused by the call of his friend, John also quickly sat up and
stared about him.
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