But a surprise awaited him. His extended hand came in contact with a human face, and one on which there was a mustache. Somebody was in his bed!
Naturally, Jed was startled.
"Who are you?" he inquired.
"Who'm I? I'm a gentleman," was the drowsy reply.
"You're in my bed," said Jed, annoyed as well as surprised.
"Where is my bed?" hiccoughed the other.
"I don't know. How did you get in here?"
"I came in when no one was lookin'," answered the intruder. "Zis a hotel?"
"No; it's the Scranton poorhouse."