“I guess Noddy couldn’t have come here, or these people wouldn’t be so curious about our car,” said Bob.
“Oh, you can depend on it, he’s somewhere in the neighborhood,” was Ned’s opinion.
The keeper of the tavern, running out, bowed low to the prospective guests.
“Enter, señors!” he exclaimed. “You are welcome a thousand times. The whole place is yours.”
“Will you guarantee that there are no robbers?” asked Jerry.
“Robbers, señors? Not one of the rascals within a thousand miles!”
“And will my bugs, snakes and specimens be safe?” asked the professor.
“Bugs and snakes! Santa Maria! What do you want of such reptiles? Of course they will be safe. The most wretched thief, of which there are none here, would not so much as lay a finger on them.”
“Then we will stay,” said the naturalist.
“Out of the way, dogs, cattle, swine, pigs and beasts!” cried the innkeeper, brushing the crowd aside. “Let the noble señors enter!”