I turned into the stable yard.

It was a small, choked-up place, and as I picked my way under the cabs and wagons standing in the yard, I wondered why the hotel people didn't buy some of the old houses near by, and tear them down, and make a stable yard worthy of such a nice hotel.

The hotel horses were just getting rubbed down after their day's work, and others were coming in.

The men were talking and laughing, and there was no sign of strange animals, so I went around to the back of the yard.

Here they were, in an empty cow stable, under a hay loft.