Before he could draw his gun, which was his intention, Nestor had him covered with a weapon.
“No shootin’, gentlemen!” called the clerk. “Against the rules. Put up your gun, stranger.”
“Not unless he agrees to put up his,” stipulated Nestor.
“I’ll make him,” said the clerk. And, with a scowl, Stoneham promised to be peaceable. In a little while he sneaked out.
Nestor and the boys registered and were assigned to rooms for the night. The hotel was not a very stylish one, but they were glad even for the rough accommodations when they heard the torrent of rain outside.
While they were washing up for supper, Ned suddenly called out:
“Hark!”
“What is it? The place on fire?” asked Jerry.
“I thought I heard an automobile horn,” replied Ned.