"How so?" inquired Steve innocently.
"You should go out and see the hostler. Maybe he'll put you up. We don't keep your kind in here."
Several bystanders laughed at the boy's expense. But Rush never flinched.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir; I thought I was in the stable. This must be where you herd the other lower animals. I see they are all here."
Before any one could recover his wits sufficiently to make a retort, Steve had stepped out of the place.
Next the boy tried a restaurant. He got no further than the desk when he was held up by the proprietor.
"Hold on; where are you going?"
"I wish something to eat," answered the boy politely.
"You're in the wrong place, and——"