"No, I am not. That's what the fellow told me the last place I called at. They can't both be the wrong place, so this must be the right one."
The proprietor of the place stepped out from behind his desk, laying a firm hand on Steve Rush's shoulder. A peculiar glint shot into the eyes of the Iron Boy, but he stood still.
"We can't serve you here. This is a gentlemen's restaurant. Perhaps you will find something that will suit you down on the south side."
"I have money, sir. I am willing to pay for what I get. I have been in a shipwreck and am not very presentable——"
"I can't help it; you'll have to get out."
"See here, sir, I shall not get out until I have had my supper. I have had nothing to eat in twenty-four hours, and I'm hungry."
"Go on, go on; don't raise any disturbance here."
Steve walked over and laid a five-dollar bill on the desk.
"There's your money in advance. Give me the change after I have finished my supper——"