In the course of a half hour, just off the main street, they stopped in front of the Wisconsin House.
"Think we are too good for this place?" asked Bob, with a smile.
"Maybe they won't take us in, you mean," grinned Nat. "Shoulder arms! Forward march! Charge past the big front door, and we'll soon find out."
The boy entered, and walked up to the desk.
"Is this a hold up?" asked the clerk, with an amused glance at the array of guns.
"Depends on you," Nat glibly answered; "some hotels try it."
The clerk laughed.
"Can't catch you, young fellow," he said. "What do you want—distinguished guest suite?"
"That's it," laughed Nat; "and all the good things that go with it."
Bob Somers and Sam Randall took one room, Brandon and Travers another, while Nat and Tom Clifton occupied a third.