He registered his name, and intimated his desire for supper.
"Supper is on the table," said the clerk.
Bob entered the dining-room, a forlorn-looking room of small dimensions, containing a long table, at which sat two persons, a drummer from St. Louis, and an old man with a gray beard, who kept the principal dry-goods store in Rocky Creek.
Bob was assigned a place between the two.
"Good-evening," said the drummer, sociably.
"Good-evening," responded Bob.
"Are you a regular boarder?"
"Oh, no; I never was in the place before."
"How did you come?"
"By river."