“Hello, in seventeen!” called a man.
“Well?” asked Ned.
“Do you snore?”
“No.”
“All right. If you do there’ll be trouble. I’m a light sleeper.”
Ned wondered who his unseen questioner was, but he was too tired to care much.
He undressed, and crawled into bed. His overcoat answered well for a blanket, and soon he began to feel warm and drowsy, in spite of his strange surroundings.
He must have slept for several hours when he was suddenly awakened by a pounding on his door.
“What is it? Is the place afire?” he called, sitting up in bed.
“Fire nothing! I want my money you took!” It was the voice of the man who had asked him if he snored.