"Breakfast time; get up!" shouted Hickey.
A guard opened the door and peered in.
"Hello, down there!" called Dan.
"Yes; is that the way you bolt into a gentleman's bedroom without knocking?" demanded Hickey.
The guard glanced up with a puzzled expression on his face, then slammed the door shut.
"We'd better get out of here, Sam, or they will have the police after us again," muttered Dan, scrambling to the floor.
Hastily pulling on their clothes, they got out to the platform, having recognized the station as Boulogne.
"We've got to go without our breakfast this morning, Sam."
"I suppose so," replied the red-headed boy ruefully. "My, but I've got an appetite!"
"So have I, but it will keep."