"Who's there? Who's there?" demanded Fred sharply.

The noise in the room below had prevented him from sleeping
soundly. Several times he sat erect in bed, convinced that some
one was in the room. Even when his fears proved to be groundless
he was unable to ignore the shouts and songs and calls that
frequently indicated that the men in the room below were angry.
Before he had retired he had obtained a glimpse of the shouting
assembly when a door had been opened and the sight had not
soothed his feelings. And now he was positive some one was trying
to open the door of their room.

Aroused by the call of his friend, John also quickly sat up and
stared about him. There was no mistaking the fact that some one
was trying to enter by the door which yielded slightly to the
pressure and the chair which had been placed by Fred to protect
them had been moved back a few inches from its place.

"Who's there? Who's there?" demanded Fred sharply.

No reply was given to his question although the door slowly was
closed again and the sound of the footsteps of some one moving
down the hall was plainly heard.

"What do you suppose that was?" demanded Fred in a whisper.

"Somebody was trying to break in," replied John.

"What do you suppose he wanted?"