Dave Porter and His Double Part 18

"I noticed a bowling alley next door, Phil," announced Roger. "If we can't do anything else to-day we can bowl a few games. That will be fine exercise."

"Do the girls know about bowling?" questioned Ben.

"Not very much," answered Dave. "Laura has bowled a few games, I believe. But it will be fun to teach them, if we don't find anything better to do."

The boys walked through the small lobby of the hotel and into the smoking room. Here several men were congregated, all talking about the storm and the prospects of getting away.

"The snow is nearly two feet deep on the level," said one man; "but the wind has carried it in all directions so that while the road is almost bare in some spots there are drifts six and eight feet high in others."

"Looks as if we were snowed in good and proper," returned another man.

"I wanted to get to one of those stores across the way, and I had about all I could do to make it. In one place I got into snow up to my waist, and it was all I could do to get out of it."

"Doesn't look like much of a chance to get away from here," observed Roger.

"We are booked to stay right where we are," declared Phil; "so we might as well make the best of it."

"Let us go out to the barn and see what Wash Bones has to say,"

suggested Dave. "He has probably been watching the storm and knows just how things are on the road."

"All right," returned Ben. "But I am going to put on my cap and overcoat before I go. It must be pretty cold out there even though they do keep the doors shut."

"Yes, I'll get my cap and overcoat, too," said Dave. Phil and Roger had taken their things up to the third floor the night before, and now had their overcoats over their arms.

The large rack in the hallway of the hotel was well filled with garments of various kinds, so that Ben had to make quite a search before he found his own things. In the meantime, Dave was also hunting, but without success.

"That's mighty queer," remarked the latter. "I don't seem to see my cap or my overcoat anywhere."

"Oh, it must be there, Dave," cried his chum. "Just take another look.

Maybe the overcoat has gotten folded under another."

Both youths made a thorough search, which lasted so long that Phil and Roger came into the hallway to ascertain what was keeping them.

"Dave can't find his overcoat or his cap," explained Ben. "We've hunted everywhere for them."

"Didn't you take them up-stairs last night?" questioned Phil.

"No, I left them on this rack. And Ben left his things here, too,"

replied Dave. "I can't understand it at all;" and he looked worried.

"Maybe Laura saw them and took them upstairs, thinking they wouldn't be safe here," suggested Roger.

"I hardly think that, Roger. However, as the coat and cap are not here, maybe I'd better ask her."

Another search for the missing things followed, Dave looking through the parlor and the other rooms on the ground floor of the hotel, and even peeping into the restaurant, where a number of folks were at breakfast. Then he went upstairs and knocked softly on the door of the room which Laura and Jessie were occupying.

"Who is it?" asked his sister, in a somewhat sleepy tone of voice.

"It's I, Laura," answered her brother. "I want to know if you brought my cap and overcoat upstairs last night."

"Why, no, Dave, I didn't touch them. What is the matter--can't you find them?"

"No, and I've hunted high and low," he returned. "I don't suppose any of the other girls or the doctor touched them?"

"I am quite sure they did not." Laura came to the door and peeped out at him. "Are you boys all up already?"

"Yes, we went down-stairs a little while ago. We were going out to the barn, and that's why I wanted my overcoat and cap. They seem to be gone, and I don't know what to make of it;" and now Dave's face showed increased anxiety.

"What's the trouble?" came from Jessie, and then Laura closed the door again. Dave heard some conversation between all of the girls, and then between Laura and Mrs. Renwick. Then his sister came to the door once more.

"None of us touched your cap or overcoat, Dave," she said. "Isn't it queer? Do you suppose they have been stolen?"

"I hope not, Laura. I'm going down and see the hotel proprietor about it."

The proprietor of the hostelry was not on hand, but his son, a young fellow of about Dave's age, was behind the desk, and he listened with interest to what our hero had to say. Then he, too, inst.i.tuted a search for the missing things.

"I can't understand this any more than you can," he announced, after this additional search had proved a failure. "I didn't know we had any thieves around here. Are you sure you left the coat and cap on this rack?"

"Yes, I am positive," announced Dave.

"I saw him do it, when I placed my own things on the same rack,"

declared Ben.

"But you found your coat and cap all right?"

"Yes."

"It's mighty queer," declared the young clerk, shaking his head. "I guess I'd better tell my father about this."

The hotel proprietor was called, and he at once inst.i.tuted a number of inquiries concerning the missing things. But all these proved of no avail. No one had taken Dave's wearing apparel, and none of the hired help had seen any one else take the things or wear them.

"You should have taken your things up to your room last night,"

declared the hotel proprietor, during the course of the search. "It's a bad idea to leave things on a rack like this, with so many strangers coming and going all the time."

He agreed to lend Dave a coat and a hat, and, donning these, the youth walked through the little shelter leading to the stables, accompanied by his chums.

"If those things are not recovered I think you can hold the hotel man responsible," remarked Roger.

"Just what I think," put in Ben. "That overcoat was a pretty nice one, Dave; and the cap was a peach."

"I'll see what can be done, in case the things don't turn up,"

returned our hero.

They found Was.h.i.+ngton Bones down among the stablemen, taking care of his horses.

"Well, Wash, what are the prospects for getting away this morning?"

questioned Roger.

"Ain't no prospects, so far as I kin see," declared the colored driver. "This suah am one terrible sto'm. I neber seen the like befo'

aroun' heah."