THE FREEDOM OF THE SEAS
the lighted windows. After an interminable time Martin returned.
"Nothing doing," he said gruffly, climbing back. "The old geezer wanted to fight me for waking him up. Nothing to eat until the kitchen opens at five-thirty in the morning. Didn't even invite me to wait."
"I don't care," groaned Nelson. "I've lost interest in food. But couldn't we get beds in there?"
"Maybe, but I wouldn't patronize his old den, anyway. We'll find a place along the road and turn in and go to sleep with the dynamite. Get ap, horses!"
The horses awoke, sighed loudly and settled against the harness again and the wagon rumbled on through the silent, darkened streets.
