"But that's all right.

We thank you just the same." The three stood regarding us in an ugly mood, ready to quarrel.

"If there's anything I hate," one of them remarked with a sneer, "it's a young fellow who's too much a mollycoddle to take a drink with a friend, and too stingy to pay for one." We made no reply, and he continued to vent offensive remarks.

The landlord came in, and Addison asked him to show us to our room.

The hilarious trio called out insultingly to us as we ascended the stairs, and when the hotel keeper went down, we heard them asking him who we were and what our lofty load consisted of.
Half an hour or more later, we heard the moose hunters drive off, shouting uproariously; hardly three minutes afterward there was a sudden alarm below, and the window of our room was illuminated with a ruddy light.
"Fire! The place is afire!" Addison exclaimed.
We jumped up and looked out.