“I guess so,” answered Gil, “if there’s room for them.”
“Better let me help you, then,” said Jim. “Tell me where you want them to go. I’ll get the step-ladder.”
“He’s a good-hearted kid,” observed Poke as Jim hurried off.
“Your friend came back again,” announced Jim as he returned with the ladder, “just after you telephoned. Said he’d decided to take this room. I told him we’d just rented it and he was as mad as a hornet. You would have thought that we’d cheated him out of it.”
“Oh, that’s like Bull Gary,” said Gil. “He has an overdeveloped sense of importance.”
“He’s got an ingrowing ego,” said Poke.
“I don’t know what that is,” laughed Jim, “but it sounds bad.”
“It’s awful,” Poke assured him solemnly. “Let’s put that one over the bed, Hazard. Want help?”
“No, you fellows go on and get your things unpacked. We have supper in about an hour.”
“That sounds reasonable,” said Gil.