“That don’t count,” came back the same gruff voice. “We ain’t got no use fer strangers around hyar, I kin tell ye. Better move on!”
“Wall, I must say ye’re mighty civil people tu try tu shoot us. I reckon I’ll send the constable down to see yu!”
A savage curse came back.
“Ye wouldn’t want to spend the night hyar if ye knew what sort of a house this is,” said the gruff speaker.
“Eh?” retorted Harry. “What kind of a house is it? Dang me, but it looks big enuff for a hotel.”
“Wall, it’s a hotel fast enuff. But it’s a hotel fer mad people!”
Harry whistled shrilly.
“Yu don’t say! Say, now, I’d like to see a mad pusson. Won’t ye let us take a look at one?”
Fierce oaths greeted this request.
“Go on yer way an’ leave this place as far behind ye as ye can, or it’ll be the wuss for ye.”