"Hello, Frank, is that you?" asked King.
"Yes," was the answer. "What do you want?"
"Come down here, and we'll tell you," answered King, and the window was at once shut. In a few moments, they were joined by a short man, about forty years old, who Reed greeted as Frank, shaking his hand cordially.
"We're on our way to Boston, and we've got a young fellow here, who don't like our company any too well," explained King with a slight laugh, "and we want you to put us up till night, as it isn't good for our complexions to travel in the daytime. No one here, is there?"
"No, it's all right. Just drive the machine into the barn and come in. I'll have breakfast ready in a few minutes, and then you can turn in. Been riding all night, hain't ye?"
"Yes, and I guess we can do a little something in both the eating and sleeping line," answered King. "We haven't had any eats since we started."
They had a fairly good meal, after which the man called Frank said, "You and the kid can go up in the south room, on the third floor, you know which one, and Bill can sleep on the lounge in the parlor."
"All right," replied King, "Come on, kid."
The room which they entered was small, and contained but a single bed. It was lighted by two small windows, about eight inches square, placed nearly six feet from the floor.
"I guess you'll be safe here with me," declared King, as he locked the door, and put the key in his pocket. "I'm a very light sleeper, and I told Frank to keep his eyes peeled, so you'd better not try to get away."