'Walk in, Gin'ral,' he says to Jonadab, and in we went, me wonderin' what was comin' next, and not darin' to guess.
"There was a kind of partitioned off hallway inside, with another door in the partition.

We opened that, and there was a good-sized room, filled with men, smokin' and standin' around.

A high board fence was acrost one end of the room, and from behind it comes a jinglin' of telephone bells and the sounds of talk.

The floor was covered with torn papers, the window blinds was shut, the gas was burnin' blue, and, between it and the smoke, the smells was as various as them in a fish glue factory.

On the fence was a couple of blackboards with 'Belmont' and 'Brighton' and suchlike names in chalk wrote on 'em, and beneath that a whole mess in writin' and figures like, 'Red Tail 4--Wt--108--Jock Smith--5--1,' 'Sourcrout 5--Wt--99--Jock Jones--20--5,' and similar rubbish.