By this time the whole inn was aroused and the courtyard was filled with servants and guests. Water was brought and with it Jerry and Ned were revived.
“What happened?” began Jerry. “Oh, I remember now! Did they get our money?”
“I guess they got yours and Ned’s,” said Bob, in sorrowful tones, as he noted his chums’ disordered clothing and saw that the money-belts were gone. “They didn’t get mine, though, so we’re not in such bad luck, after all. How do you feel?”
“As if a road-roller had gone over me,” replied Jerry.
“Same here,” put in Ned, holding his head in his hands. “He must have given me a pretty good whack. Who was it robbed us?”
“Are you sure you were robbed, señors?” asked the hotel keeper. “Perhaps you may have been dreaming.”
“Does that look as if it was only a nightmare?” asked Ned, showing a big lump on his head.
“Or this?” added Jerry, showing his clothing cut with a knife where the robber had slashed it in order to take out the money-belt.
“No, it was not a dream,” murmured the innkeeper. “There must have been robbers here. I wonder who they were?”