They went up to the desk for their keys.
“Will you two gentlemen do me a favor?” asked the clerk.
“What is it?” asked the cattle dealer.
“A gentleman and lady have just arrived and want to stay here to-night, but the number of our rooms is limited and we are full. Now, if you, sir, will go into Mr. Sherwood's room—there are two beds there—we shall be able to give the party yours.”
“I have no objection if he hasn't,” said the cattle dealer.
“I have none whatever,” said Walter, cheerfully.
“Then we can fix it. I am sure I am very much obliged to you both. By the way, Mr. Sherwood, there was a boy here a little while since who was anxious to find out what room you occupied, also what room was Professor Robinson's.”
“A boy?” repeated Walter, puzzled.
“Yes, a village boy—Oren Trott.”
“I don't know any such boy.”