“We might pawn the watch,” said Fred thoughtfully.
“But there’s no pawn shop open.”
“Well, there probably will be a little later. There must be a good many such shops in a place like this. I’m getting hungry.”
“So am I,” said John fervently, “but that doesn’t do me any good. There’s another restaurant down yonder,” he added quickly, pointing down the street as he spoke. “It’s almost light now and we might try it there.”
“All right,” said Fred. “I’m not very hopeful, but they can’t do any more than throw us out.”
“Unless they arrest us as suspicious characters,” suggested John somewhat ruefully.
“We’ll never know until we try anyway,” said Fred resolutely. “Come on, Jack, we’ll soon know what is going to happen to us. If we get into jail we’ll have to telegraph the boys to bail us out.”
“But we don’t know where the fellows are,” declared John.
“That’s as sure as you live. I had almost forgotten about that. We certainly are having our troubles on this trip, aren’t we?”
By this time the boys had stopped in front of the restaurant they were seeking and at once entering they looked quickly about the room for the proprietor.