What, so soon! Those were the two shortest hours I had ever known.
No lights anywhere; no one about; nothing but—
“Hotel, sir?”
Good; here was a ray of comfort. “Hotel? Well, I should say so. Where is your light?”
“Here it is.” And a lantern came around a corner as the train dashed off on its way.
“Don't mind your trunk; that will be taken care of and I'll get it in the morning. Here, Dan, lead the way.”
We walked a square or two and went into a neat appearing office. Bed? Yes, I might as well get a few hours' sleep. And I was given a very comfortable room. I lay in bed trying to recall our customer's name, and preparing my speech of introduction when—. Some one was rapping at the door. What's up? Breakfast! What, breakfast already? Why, I hadn't thought I was asleep at all.
As I looked over the register, after breakfast, dreading to start out, I asked the clerk;
“Been any gun men here lately?”
“None since last week. Layton was here from Pittsburg on the 22d.”