The bitter wind yet howled without and they heard the snow driven against the door and windows.
The sound heightened their feeling of luxury.

They were like a troop of boys now, all of them--except Roylston.

He sat on one of the piles of wood and his eyes gleamed as the others talked.
"I vote that we enlarge the name of our inn," said Allen.

"Since our leader has black hair and black eyes, let's call it the Inn of the Black Panther.

All in favor of that motion say 'Aye.'" "Aye!" they roared.
"All against it say 'no.'" Silence.
"The Inn of the Black Panther it is," said Will, "an' it is the most welcome inn that ever housed me." The Panther smiled benevolently.
"I don't blame you boys for havin' a little fun," he said.