XX.
“Gaslucky has been caught in a wheat corner at Chicago,” Lucas explained, “and has been squeezed to death.”
“Dead!” cried Punner, “it’s a great loss. We’ll have to hold a meeting and pass res——”
“We’ll have to get out of this place in short order,” said Lucas, “the sheriff has levied an attachment on the hotel and all it contains.”
“What!”
“How’s that?”
“Do you mean that the house is to be shut up and we turned out?”
“Just that,” said Lucas. “The sheriff has invoiced every thing, even the provisions on hand. He says that we can’t eat another bite here.”
“And I’m starving even now!” exclaimed Punner. “I could eat most anything. Let’s walk round to Delmonico’s, Cattleton.”
“But really, what can we do?” demanded Ferris, dolefully enough.