I sleep me here." The Major looked at him reflectively.
"Ever been in this town before, Wampus ?" he asked.
"No, sir.

But I been in other towns like him, an' know this kind of hotel.

Then why do I sleep in front seat of motor car ?" "Because you are foolish, I suppose, being born that way and unable to escape your heritage.

For my part, I shall sleep in a bed; like a Christian," said the Major rather testily.
"Even Christian cannot sleep sometime," returned Wampus, leaning back in his seat and puffing a cloud of smoke into the clear night air.
"For me, I am good Christian; but I am not martyr." "What do you mean by that ?" demanded the Major.
"Do you sometime gamble ?" inquired Wampus softly.
"Not often, sir." "But sometime?
Ah! Then I make you a bet.

I bet you ten dollar to one cent you not sleep in your bed to-night." The Major coughed.