“What doin’?” asked the boy, with a mingling of doubt and eagerness.
“Something easy.”
“What is it?”
“Frank Merriwell is stopping here?”
“Sure.”
“Know his room?”
“Number forty-three.”
“Any one room with him?”
“Chap named Hodge. Got it in for him. He gave me a call last night because I forgot to bring up a pitcher of ice water he’d called for.”
“Both Merriwell and Hodge are out?”