CHAPTER VIII
FUN AT THE HOTEL
The long ride had made all of the boys hungry, and when they procured supper at the hotel they cleaned up nearly everything that was set before them.
"Nothing the matter with your appetites," observed a sour-looking individual who sat next to Tom at the table.
"Nothing at all, sir," answered the fun-loving youth. "What made you think there was?"
"Eh?"
"What made you think there was something wrong with our internal machinery, whereby we might be wanting in a proper regard for victuals?"
The man stared at Tom, and while a few at the table snickered, the man himself looked more sour than ever.
"See here, don't you poke fun at me!" he cried.
"Never dreamed of it, my dear sir," said Tom, unruffled. "By the way, how's your heart?"
"Why—er—my heart's all right."
"Glad to hear it. Yesterday I heard of a
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