"He wanted to get in."

"What for?"

"I don't know. You'll have to ask him, I guess," replied John
drowsily for by this time he had resumed his place on the pillow.

"I think he wanted our money," suggested Fred.

"He didn't want much then. Maybe he wanted our money and our
lives."

"All the same I'm scared. I don't like this place. I don't know
why we stopped here. It must be past one o'clock now and yet hear
those men yell down there in the bar-room. I'm going to see what
time it is."

Fred climbed out of bed and striking a match looked at his watch.
"It's quarter past one," he said, but the sound which came from
John did not indicate that he was specially interested in the
report of the watch.

Fred looked out of the window and saw that the storm long since
had passed. The air was cool and fresh and had it not been for
the uproar in the hotel the night would have been an ideal one.

Before he rejoined his companion Fred replaced the chair so that
it barred the opening of the door.