“Come, Skip,” said the barmaid, leading the way to the back room.
“Can I come?” asked Jack.
“Yes,” replied Brodie; “there is no mistake about your identity this time.”
At a table in the back room was Elmer Greer, and seated opposite him a fellow of the bruiser type, who kept the place.
The pair professed to be glad to see the newcomers, except Crackers.
That member of the party sniffed around Greer’s legs in a manner to make their owner very uncomfortable.
“Jack, get me some dry togs and bring in some roaring hot punch. I swam down from the ranch.”
Skip’s hearers were surprised, and began to ply him with questions, all of which he refused to answer until he had changed his clothing.
When he had effected a change and gulped down more than one glass of punch, he gave them a recital of what had occurred.
They were all attention, especially Elmer Greer.