"What's to pay?" asked Chub.
"He don'd vas dere."
"Well, that proves what I said a moment ago, that he has gone out."
"Vy, der ped don'd vas shlept in lasdt nighdt! How you aggount for dot?"
"Why, he may not have been here last night, Carl."
"Yah, so! Ditn't I say goot-nighdt mit him ven I vent to ped mineseluf? Yah, so helup me! I vonder vat's oop?"
"We'll probably find him downstairs," said Chub.
"I got some hunches dot dere iss a nigger in der vood-pile," declared Carl, climbing down from the chair, his face full of apprehension. "It don'd vas like Matt to pull oudt like dot. Ve go downshdairs und make some questions aboudt it."
On their way down they met the bellboy coming up.
"Say, vonce!" said Carl, catching the boy's arm, "haf you seen Modor Matt dis morning yet?"