Robert was glad to do so, as he felt heated and dusty. Mr. Marden followed his example.
They went down to the dining-room, and both did justice to the excellent meal provided.
They had just commenced on the dessert when a small man with a slight hump entered the dining-room, and took a seat opposite. He glanced across the table.
"Why, Dick Marden!" he cried in surprise. "Is that you?"
The miner looked across the table.
"Well, well, who would have expected to see you here, Peter Gray?" he returned, arching his eyebrows.
"Strange things will happen, Dick. I've been in Chicago for nearly a year."
"Are you in business here?"
"Yes, I keep a cut-rate ticket office on Clark street."