THE RETURN TO CRUMVILLE
“If Ward Porton got my cap and overcoat he must have been staying at this hotel,” said Dave, after the announcement made by Ben. “Let us interview the proprietor without delay.”
He and his chums hurried back into the hotel and there met not only the proprietor but also his son.
“See here, have you anybody staying here who looks like me?” demanded our hero of both of them.
“Sure, we’ve got a fellow who looks like you,” declared the hotel-keeper’s son before his father could speak. “It’s a Mr. Jones. He has a room up on the third floor. He’s here with an older man named Brown.”
“I wish you would take me up to their room!” cried Dave, quickly.
“Why! what’s the matter now?”
“I want to find out whether that fellow is still here. If he is I want him placed under arrest.” And then Dave related a few of the particulars concerning Ward Porton and his doings.
“That certainly is a queer story,” remarked the hotel proprietor. “I’ll go upstairs with you.”