“Hello,” replied Jim, taking at the instant a strong dislike to him. “Do you want a room?”
“No, I’m looking for four-leaved clovers,” he replied with a grin. “Who are you?”
“My name is Hazard,” answered Jim, beginning to lose his temper, “and I happen to live here, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, I don’t mind,” laughed the other unpleasantly. “What I want to know is why isn’t my room ready?”
“Your room?”
“Sure! Those your things in there? If they are, dump ’em out, Bunker—or whatever your name is.”
“If you want a room I’ll show you one,” said Jim, “but that room’s taken.”
“Taken? You bet it’s taken! I took it last year, and if you don’t dump that trunk and those bags out I will.”
“That room is rented to a fellow named Latham,” answered Jim warmly. “Who the dickens are you, anyway?”