As he returned to the hotel and was about to ascend to his room, he could hear his late companions in one of their hunting songs enjoying themselves.

Observing a stalwart porter connected with the hotel, laboriously bearing one of his late red-coated entertainers on his back as he mounted the stairs, Paul, thinking some accident had occurred ran to the porter and asked: "Why, what is the matter with the gentleman?
Is he killed?
Has there been a fight ?" "Oh, no sur, it's wan of the gintlemen, he's only a little overcome.

Oi put thim all to bed this way, yure honor, and moight ave had the pleasure av puttin' yureself to bed if ye had remained." With sailor-like recklessness, Boyton never thought of how all this would end and he spent what money he had freely.

One morning before rising from his bed, he began thinking the situation over.

As he examined it closely and counted what money he had left, the outlook took on a most gloomy hue.