"Acquaintances," interposed Lorry, hastily, frowning at Anguish.

"You won't have any trouble findin' 'em if dere anybody at all,"
said Sitzky, easily. "D' hotel people ought to be able to tell
you all 'bout 'em."

"By the way, what is the best hotel there?" asked Anguish.

"Dere's d' Burnowentz, one block north of d' depot." The
travelers looked at one another and smiled, Sitzky observing the
action. "Oh," he said, pleasantly, "dere's a swell joint uptown
called d' Regengetz. It's too steep fer me, but maybe you gents
can stand it. It you'll hang around d' depot fer a little while
after we get in I'll steer you up dere."

"We'll make it worth your while, Sitzky," said Lorry.

"Never mind dat, now. Americans ought to stick together, no
matter where dey are. We'll have a drink an' 'at's all, just to
show we're fellow countrymen."

"We'll have several drinks, and we'll eat and drink tonight at
the 'swell joint' you talk about," said Anguish.

"We may drink dere, but I'll not eat dere. Dey wouldn't let a
railroad guard inside de feedin' pen. Why, nothin' but royal
guys eat dere when dey're down town shoppin' or exposin'
demselves to public gaze."

True to his word, when they reached Edelweiss late that afternoon