You for the bed, Jimmie." But Jimmie held back, saying that he did not feel in need of a bed, but did feel in need of a square meal.

But the boys, laughing at the wry faces and savage speeches he made, helped him off with his clothes, turned out the lights, and dropped out of the window into an alley which ran, one story below, at the rear of the hotel.
They were none too soon in concluding their arrangements, for as they lit on the ground below a heavy knock came on the door of the room they had just left.

As they slipped off in the darkness they heard Jimmie doing a pretty good imitation of a snore.
"Say," Fremont said, as they drew up on a street corner after a short run, "they'll arrest Jimmie.

If the cops ask the waiters, they'll soon know that there were others in that room, and they'll arrest him for obstructing an officer.

I wish we had brought him with us.