“You can bet it is as I choose. Let us have another drink.”
“Haven’t we had enough?”
“One more, and then we will go home. You’ll bunk with me?”
“I’m glad to get the chance.”
“I’ll stake you in grub and liquor until you make a strike.”
“You won’t find me ungrateful,” returned Hare.
“I hope not.”
They drank their liquor and left the dive together. Bull conducted his new-found friend to a small lodginghouse, a few blocks distant from Shaw’s.
Frank found the rascal’s room neatly furnished, and it contained two cots. He was glad of this latter, as he would not be obliged to rest at the side of Blair.
Bull closed and locked the door. Then he seemed to instantly sober up, although he must have drunk more than a quart of whisky. Springing upon the detective, he bore him to the floor.