"I haven't but one room to spare," exclaimed the old innkeeper, holding
a flaring candle high above his head to better view his visitor.
"Have you a room in which a fire could be made?" asked one of the men.
"We have a lady with us."
"I suppose we could let you have my daughter Betsy's, she being off to
the city on a visit."
"My companion and his br--his wife could have that; you can dispose of
me anywhere," returned the speaker. "I could doze in a chair in the
barroom for that matter. The driver could be as easily disposed of."
"Then bring the lady right in," said the old innkeeper. A moment later,
the lovely girl, still unconscious, was brought in and laid upon the
settee in the best room.
"What is the matter with the young woman?" gasped the innkeeper, his
eyes opening wide with amazement.
"Merely fainted from the intense cold," returned one of the men briefly,
adding: "If you will see that a fire is lighted in the room that you
spoke of I shall be very much obliged.
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