it lay some person asleep, rolled up in horse-blankets. Ralph nearly stumbled over this individual.
He glanced into the room beyond the window. It held a table, at which was seated the object of his search.
Mort Bemis was idly pawing over a greasy deck of playing cards. He seemed to be awaiting the arrival of congenial company. Tilted back in a chair against the wall near by, a skullcap pulled down over his eyes and seemingly asleep, was a person Ralph did not recognize.
Ralph now stepped cautiously over the sleeper at his feet so as not to disturb him, and went around to the front of the restaurant.
It was run by a man named Prince, who at one time had conducted eating camps for railroad construction crews. He kept lodgers upstairs, and derived a good deal of revenue by letting out the rear rooms of the lower floor to card-players.
Ralph entered the restaurant and passed through a curtained doorway at one side. Prince, at the cashier's desk, gave him a keen look, but took him for some new recruit to the crowd who infested the rear rooms.
A narrow passageway led the length of the rear addition. Ralph turned the knob of the second
