“Huh?” asked the youth.
“Well, never mind then. Just show us to our rooms. We’ll have a light lunch sent up and keep our appetites for dinner.”
“Is the hotel closed?” interrupted Bob. The youth nodded.
“Yep. They didn’t make no money last summer, so they didn’t open it this year. Did you knock?”
“Oh, no, we didn’t exactly knock,” answered Dan. “We only kind of tapped weakly.”
“Want anything?”
“Yes, a man at Bakerville said we could get some dinner here. I don’t suppose we can, though,” added Bob sadly. The other shook his head slowly.
“Guess not,” he said. “There’s a hotel at Minton Hill, though. There’s lots of summer folks there.”
“How far’s that?”
“Not more’n six miles.”