Captain Chap; or, The Rolling StonesStockton, Frank R.
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Captain Chap; or, The Rolling Stones
Stockton, Frank R.
Florida -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
When the boys had washed and dressed themselves and put on the
white shirts they had brought in their valises, they looked quite
neat and presentable, while Adam, who shared Phœnix’s room,--for
this establishment was conducted on democratic principles,--came in
afterward, and put himself into the best order possible, combing and
curling his hair as carefully as if he had been an old-time dandy.
When the boys went into the large central room of the hotel, they found
the colonel at his desk, for he was his own clerk, and they entered
their names on the register.
“What are your charges, colonel?” asked Phœnix, who was the last one at
the desk.
“Our regular charge is two dollars and a half a day,” said the colonel,
“but I’ll take you four for nine dollars a day.”
Phœnix made no answer, but for a moment his face seemed almost as long
as Chap’s legs. Supper was now ready, and during the first part of the
meal Phœnix said but little, and seemed to have no appetite; but the
example of his companions soon had an effect upon him, and he began to
eat as heartily as anybody.
“This is a tip-top place,” said Chap, as the three boys walked down
the gravelled path after supper. “I don’t know when I’ve eaten such a
gorgeous meal.”
“The meal is gorgeous enough,” said Phœnix, in a doleful tone, “but
that isn’t all of it. The price is a great sight more gorgeous. What do
you say to nine dollars a day for the four of us?”
“Nine dollars!” exclaimed Chap. “We can’t do anything like that. We
haven’t got money enough, have we? After we’ve paid for the boat, we
won’t begin to have enough.”
“We must go to some cheaper place,” said Phil. “Of course we can’t pay
such rates as that.”
Adam and Brewer now joined the party, and as the identity of the latter
had been established, he was paid the eight dollars that was due for
the hire of the boat and the gun. He said he did not intend to start
down the river that night, but further than this he seemed to have no
plans, and strolled down toward the river.
“Adam,” said Phil, “we must get out of this place. It is too
expensive for us. Where shall we find the cheapest kind of a hotel or
boarding-house?”
Adam laughed.
“You can’t find it in this town,” he said. “If you want to stop in
Titusville, you’ve got to stop in this house. There isn’t any other
place to go to. Catch any of the people of this town takin’ boarders
away from the colonel! They know better what’s good for ’em.”
“But what are we to do?” asked Phœnix. “We haven’t got the money to
stay here.”
“Well,” said Adam, “I’ve very little money with me, but if I had it I’d
lend it to you. But you needn’t bother yourselves about me. I can work
my way North somehow.”
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