I'm sorry for the fellow, for I'm indirectly the cause of his being hurt.

The main cause of his misfortune was due to his being in bad company." "Come out of that hotel," ordered Jim Duff, his eyes blazing as he stepped forward, though with Hawkins's cold, hard eyes on him the gambler was careful to keep his hands at his sides.

"You can't get anything to eat in there!" "Do you own the hotel ?" Tom inquired coolly.
"No; but you can't eat there." "Join us at lunch, Mr.Hawkins!" Tom invited, turning away from the gambler.

The superintendent nodded, for he had no intention of leaving the young engineers for the present.
All three entered the hotel, while the small mob outside hooted and jeered.

Tom led the way to a table in the dining room, signing to one of the waiters.
Hardly had the waiter reached them when Jim Duff and the proprietor of the Mansion House came in.