"Yes, I guess that's so. You and I seem fated to get into trouble. Somehow we can't keep out of it."
"Unless we are thrown out," suggested Jarvis, at which both boys laughed as heartily as was possible with their aching bodies. The laugh did more to restore them to a better frame of mind than anything else could have done at that moment.
"Come on, then; we will go up as far as the door."
"What are you going to do?"
"I just want to say something, that's all; then we will go home, where we might better have stayed in the beginning."
The Iron Boys approached the front of the building and started to enter. They found their way barred by a guard at the foot of the stairs.
"You can't go in here," warned the man.
"Who says we can't?" demanded Bob.
"I say so."
"Well, you don't count. We're going in, just the same, and if you get funny I'll throw you out into the street. If you follow us up and raise a disturbance I'll kick you down stairs. I feel just like kicking somebody real hard," growled Jarvis savagely, thrusting a belligerent chin close to the other man's face. "Go on, Steve; he won't bite."