CHAPTER XXII
FUN AT THE HOTEL
It was no easy matter for Tom to get into the room Josiah Crabtree
was occupying, but after trying a good number of keys, fished up
here, there, and everywhere, one was at last found that fitted the
lock.
Striking a match, Tom entered the room quickly, drew back the
sheet of the bed, dumped in the crabs, and then pulled the sheet
tip to its original place.
"He's coming!" whispered Sam, who stood guard at the door. "Hide,
Tom," and then he ran back to the big room adjoining.
Finding he could not escape, Tom threw the box under the bed and
rushed to a closet in the corner. Here he crouched down behind a
large trunk left in the place on storage. He had scarcely
secreted himself when Josiah Crabtree came in. He had shoved his
key in the lock, but had failed to notice that the lock-bolt was
already turned back.
"Oh, what a cold night," muttered the ex-school teacher as he lit
the gas. "A warm bed will feel fine."
"I reckon it will be warm enough," thought Tom.
As the room was scantily heated, Crabtree lost no time in
disrobing. Having donned a long night robe, he turned off the
gas, flung the sheets back, and leaped into bed.
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