"If you don't go away, I'll call an officer!" came frantically from the traveling man. "I don't want to hire anybody."
"Yes, yo' do!" was the chorus. "Give us dat dollah!"
By this time the owner of the hotel had heard of the excitement, and he came bustling in.
"See here," he said to Sladen, "you can't use this hotel for an employment office. If you want to hire help, you have got to do it on the outside."
"I don't want help!" stormed the traveling man.
"These men say you sent for them."
"Maybe he wants them to try some of his horse remedies," suggested a man who did not like Sladen. "If so, I advise them not to take the job." And a general laugh arose at the sally.
"You have got to get out of here," said the hotel man, speaking to the negroes. "And you must go, too," he added to the traveling man.
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You have made trouble enough around here. After this, when you come to town, you can go to some other hotel."
"This is an outrage!"
"We want a job, or some money!" bawled two of the colored men. And they rushed at Sladen and began to shake him violently. He pushed
