"What's this, Hiram, a meeting?" she asked, looking at the boys with a smile.
"Undeniable fact that it looks like it," said Mr. Sladder. "But these young gentlemen want something to eat, and want it quick. Is Tim around?"
"No, Hiram. He just went off with Billy Musgrove."
"Too bad! But never mind. Get out the best you have in the house."
The boys drew up chairs around the bright stove, and settled down to solid comfort, while Hiram Sladder perched himself on a stool of rather ancient appearance.
"Strangers around these parts?" he remarked, affably, his eyes roving from one to another.
"You've struck it," said Hackett; "we've been trying to find out ever since we got here where the town is."
"And why they call it Stony Creek," added Tom Clifton.
"Well, just beyond the hill is as purty a little town as you want to see," confided the hotel keeper; "and it's an undeniable fact that the stoniest creek you ever laid your eyes upon flows close't to Bill Manley's blacksmith shop. Going to stay here long, young gentlemen?"
"No, we're off on a hunting trip," said Hackett, carelessly; "after big game."