Besides there could be no danger; both he and Sexton were armed, and apparently the invitation was innocently extended.

To refuse to accept would be churlish.
"Certainly," he said at last, quaffing the last of his beer and rising to his feet.

"It will be nothing new to me, I imagine, but we'll have a look." The other man, who had been leaning against the bar, had disappeared, while the fellow at the table had seemingly fallen asleep.

Mike came forward with a bunch of keys in his hand.
"I keep dot room locked," he exclaimed gruffly, "for some beoples run off with all dings they get their fingers on.

Hey, you, Carl," and he roughly shook the sleeper into semi-consciousness, "wake up, and see to the bar awhile.