Next thing I knew that literary tenor grabbed my arm--'twa'n't no canary-bird grip, neither.
"'Who was that ?' he whispers, eager.
"I told him.

'That's the name they give,' says I, 'but we have doubts about its bein' the real one.

You see, there's some mystery about them Robinsons, and--' "'I'll take that waiter's place,' he says, quick.

'Shall I go right in and begin now?
Don't stop to argue, man; I say I'll take it.' "And he did take it by main strength, pretty nigh.

Every time I'd open my mouth he'd shut it up, and at last I give in, and showed him where he could sleep.
"'You turn out at five sharp,' I told him.