"And this is one of the swellest and most expensive hotels in the city," cried Charlie, eyeing the costly furniture and fittings of the room in which they were lodged. "I just think that we are travelling under false pretences, putting up at an expensive house like this without a cent in our pockets. Not one cent! What will you do, you cheeky boy, if they ask us for our board in advance? I have heard that they always do that with travellers who have no baggage." "Well, I don't know what we will do," said Sandy, doggedly. "Suppose we wait until they ask us. There'll be time enough to decide when we are dunned for our bill. I suppose the honestest thing would be to own right up and tell the whole truth. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of people have to do that sort of thing when they get into a tight place." "But I'm really afraid, Sandy, that they won't believe us," said the practical Oscar. "The world is full of swindlers as well as of honest fellows. They might put us out as adventurers." "We are not adventurers!" cried Sandy, indignantly. "We are gentlemen when we are at home, able to pay our debts. We are overtaken by an accident," he added, chuckling to himself. "Distressed gentlemen, don't you see?" "But we might have gone to a cheaper place," moaned Charlie. "Here we are in the highest-priced hotel in St. Louis. I know it, for I heard that Baltimore chap say so. We might have put up at some third-rate house, anyhow." "But it is the third-rate house that asks you for your baggage, and makes you pay in advance if you don't have any," cried Sandy, triumphantly. "I don't believe that a high-toned hotel like this duns people in advance for their board, especially if it is a casual traveller, such as we are. Anyhow, they haven't dunned us yet, and when they do, I'll engage to see the party through, Master Charlie; so you set your mind at rest." As for Charlie, he insisted that he would keep out of the sight of the hotel clerk, until relief came in the shape of money to pay their bill. Oscar, who had been reading attentively a printed card tacked to the door of the room, broke in with the declaration that he was hungry, and that supper was served until ten o'clock at night. The others might talk all night, for all he cared; he intended to have some supper. There was no use arguing about the chances of being dunned for their board; the best thing he could think of was to have some board before he was asked to pay for it. And he read out the list of hours for dinner, breakfast, and supper from the card. "There is merit in your suggestion," said Charlie, with a grim smile. "The dead-broke Boy Settlers from the roaring Republican Fork will descend to the banquet-hall." Charlie was recovering his spirits under Oscar's cool and unconcerned advice to have board before being in the way of paying for it.