Just before it got too dark to see, the train began to run parallel
with a broad river, and after that, at intervals, the big stream
flashed into sight. The baggage-man was amiable and talkative and told
them much about the country they were passing through and the city
they were approaching, giving them directions for finding a cheap but
satisfactory hotel near the station. As Harrisville contained about
fifty thousand population the boys naturally expected to find a big
place, but when, having alighted from the baggage-car by the simple
expedient of jumping to a truck outside the wide door, and made their
way through the crowded station to an equally crowded street, the city
proved to be larger and far more confusing than their anticipation.
Fortunately, though, the Bemis House was in plain sight across the way
and they had soon secured a room. The Bemis House drew no colour line,
nor did it object to a small dog if he was sort of smuggled upstairs
and kept quiet, and so the three companions were speedily housed
together in a small and shabby but comfortable enough bedroom.
They didn’t stay in it long, however, for the city lights were calling
them. They had some supper at a little restaurant near by and then,
with Sam pulling ahead at the end of his improvised leash, they set
forth on exploration bent. That was a most exciting evening, for they
had traversed no more than a half-dozen squares when the lights and
gaudy pictures of a moving-picture theatre brought them to a stop.
June announced his intentions inside of two seconds, and Wayne, after
discovering that a dime would purchase admittance, made no objections.
For the subsequent hour and a half they were as happy as two boys could
be, and when the “Good Night! Come Again” was flashed on the screen and
the audience poured out June was all for seeing the show over again
and had to be literally dragged away, Wayne assuring him that they
could come again tomorrow evening. They saw some of the town then, but
nothing short of a three-alarm fire would have snared their attention
after the things they had witnessed on the screen, and so, being tired
and sleepy, they went back to the little hotel and crawled into the
beds.
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