“Oh, keep still, and let us enjoy the music,” growled Crosby, for an orchestra was now playing.
A waiter came up and Si Peters gave an order. Jerry was quite sure he had ordered something stronger than what he was in the habit of drinking at home. It was evident that the bully of Rockpoint had turned out even worse than before.
“What shall we do?” whispered Harry.
“We ought to inform the police.”
“Just my idea of it.”
“I don’t know if there are any officers around here.”
“Oh, there must be.”
They looked around, but in the darkness no policeman could be seen.
“You stay here and I’ll go hunt up somebody,” said Jerry.
Scarcely had he spoken, however, when their attention was attracted to a row that was taking place in the concert hall. Two men were fighting, and presently a chair flew through the air.