“Well, you’ll not come in this night, unless you pay,” cried the landlady, blocking up the doorway with her portly form. “I’m not running a boarding-house for fun.”
“I have no money to pay with.”
“Neither have I,” added Carl.
“Then you can just leave.”
“Very well; give us our baggage and we will.”
“I’ll not give up a thing until I’m paid,” was the determined reply.
Both Carl and Leo were nonplussed. They could not blame the woman, yet it was a hard situation to face.
“We have lost more than you,” said Carl. “Mr. Wampole owes us both three weeks’ salary.”
“That’s not my affair. When you pay the ten dollars due me you can both have your traveling bags, and not before.”
And with this the boarding-housekeeper shut the door in their faces.