The rest of the meal passed off without incident.

"Well, what did you think of the contract hotel?" questioned
Conley, as they were strolling back to the car.

"I think I shall starve to death in a week, if I have to eat
in that sort of a place," answered Teddy. "Why didn't the
contracting agent sign us up with a livery stable? I'd a
sight rather feed there than at a contract hotel if they are
all like this."

"Yes, the food is at least clean in a livery stable,"
laughed Phil. "But we shall get along all right. If we get
too hungry we can go out and buy our own meals now and then.
Do you ever do that, Mr. Conley?"

"I should say we do. We have to, or we shouldn't have any
stomachs left. Now, you want to know something about this car
work, don't you?"

"I should like to very much, if you can spare the time to tell me
about it."

"Wait till I get my report made out, then we'll have a nice long
talk, and I will tell you all about it."

"There is Mr. Snowden waiting for you."

"Never mind him. His bite isn't half so bad as his bark."