“But how did you happen to get into the fight?”
“I’ll tell you when we get to my room.”
“Why not now?” persisted Bart, whose curiosity was thoroughly awakened. “You wouldn’t let me go along with you, and so——What was Hooker doing in there?”
“He was trying to straighten the other man up.”
“How?”
“By pouring some kind of a decoction into him.”
“Then Hooker was drinking?”
“No.”
“Why——”
“The other man was drinking. Hooker was not touching anything.”