"Why, let me see," The hotel man mused for a moment. "I have it!
Barton Pelter."

"I never heard that name before," said Tom. "We know a man in----" And
then, as Sam looked at him in a peculiar way, he added, "Oh, well,
never mind. We don't know this fellow, anyway. I hope he gets over
this trouble."

By this time the sufferer had again recovered consciousness, but he
was evidently very weak, and the doctor motioned for the Rover boys
and the hotel man to leave the room.

"All right, but let us know in the morning by telephone how he is,
Doctor," returned Tom; and then the Rover boys and the hotel man went
below.

"Can you tell us anything about this Barton Pelter?" questioned Sam,
of the proprietor.

"I know very little about him, excepting that he is registered as from
Brooklyn, and that he came here three days ago. What his business is
in Ashton, I haven't the least idea."

"Is he well off-- that is, does he appear to have much money?" asked
Tom.

"Oh, he hasn't shown any great amount of cash around here," laughed
the hotel man. "My idea is that he is some sort of a commercial
traveler, although he hasn't anything with him but his suitcase."