"Like yourselves," thought Basil, gazing at the men, but deeming it prudent not to express himself aloud upon a point so personal. He spoke, however. "It is the place I was making for. I suppose I can put up here for the night?"
"There's nothing to prevent you. Gum Flat township just now is Liberty Hall."
"Stop a bit, stop a bit," said Nonentity Number One, considering it necessary to his dignity that he should take part in the conference. "Is the gentleman prepared to pay for accommodation?"
"That's a proper question," said Nonentity Number Two, thus asserting himself.
"Of course he is," said Jim the Hatter, answering for Basil, who, with an empty purse, was saved from awkwardness.
A diversion occurred here. Newman Chaytor snatched the candle from Jim the Hatter, in order that he might obtain a clearer view of Basil.
"Manners, mate," said Jim the Hatter.
"Manners be hanged!" retorted Newman Chaytor, holding the candle high. "They're out of stock."
This was evident. To smooth matters Basil volunteered an explanation. "I have come hereupon business, but I am afraid I have lost my time."
"Perhaps not," said Jim the Hatter. "We're all business men here; ready at a moment's notice to turn a honest penny. That's true, ain't it, mate?"