Consequently, when he awoke next morning and saw a man moving with cat-like tread about his room, absolutely taking the money out of his clothes before his very eyes, he sprang out of bed with a bound and half-throttled the robber.
Then, of course, it turned out that it was only the bedroom waiter, who was taking his clothes away to brush them.

This contretemps, on top of the overnight mishap, made him determined to get away from town with all speed.

When he looked in the glass, he found his lip so much swelled that his moustache stuck out in front like the bowsprit of a ship.

At breakfast he joined the Englishman, who had an eye with as many colours as an opal, not to mention a tired look and dusty boots.
"Are you only just up ?" asked Charlie, as they contemplated each other.
Carew had resumed his mantle of stolidity, but he coloured a little at the question.

"I've been out for a bit of a walk round town," he said.
"Fact is," he added in a sudden burst of confidence, "I've been all over town lookin' for that place where we were last night.