“Just what I think,” put in Ben. “That overcoat was a pretty nice one, Dave; and the cap was a peach.”
“I’ll see what can be done, in case the things don’t turn up,” returned our hero.
They found Washington Bones down among the stablemen, taking care of his horses.
“Well, Wash, what are the prospects for getting away this morning?” questioned Roger.
“Ain’t no prospects, so far as I kin see,” declared the colored driver. “This suah am one terrible sto’m. I neber seen the like befo’ aroun’ heah.”
“Then you don’t think we’re going to get back to Crumville to-day?” questioned Ben.
“No-sir. Why, if we was to try it we’d suah git stuck befo’ we got out ob dis town. Some ob de drifts is right to de top of de fust story ob de houses.” Washington Bones looked questioningly at Dave. “How did you like your trip outside las’ night?” he queried. “Must ha’ been some walkin’, t’rough sech deep snow.”
“My trip outside?” questioned Dave, with a 132 puzzled look. “What do you mean, Wash? I didn’t go out last night.”
“You didn’t!” exclaimed the colored driver in wonder. “Didn’t I see you leavin’ de hotel las’ night ’bout half pas’ ’levin or a little later?”
“You certainly did not. I was in bed and sound asleep by half past eleven,” answered Dave.