You for the bed, Jimmie."
But Jimmie held back, saying that he did not feel in need of a bed,
but did feel in need of a square meal. But the boys, laughing at the
wry faces and savage speeches he made, helped him off with his clothes,
turned out the lights, and dropped out of the window into an alley
which ran, one story below, at the rear of the hotel.
They were none too soon in concluding their arrangements, for as they
lit on the ground below a heavy knock came on the door of the room they
had just left. As they slipped off in the darkness they heard Jimmie
doing a pretty good imitation of a snore.
"Say," Fremont said, as they drew up on a street corner after a short
run, "they'll arrest Jimmie. If the cops ask the waiters, they'll soon
know that there were others in that room, and they'll arrest him for
obstructing an officer. I wish we had brought him with us. Poor Jimmie!"
"He'll get out of it in some way," laughed Frank. "They won't hold him
long if they do pinch him. Anyway, we want him around there to meet
Nestor when he comes back. He'll tell some cock-and-bull story that
will put him to the good with the cops."
But Fremont was not so sure of the resourcefulness of Jimmie, and worried
over the matter not a little as they walked the streets, quieting down
now, for the soldiers had been called back to camp and the citizens of
the town were seeking their homes and beds. As for Frank, he was talking
most of the time of the supper he was hoping to get before long.
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