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Writhing under the sting of futility and disappointment, even the rotten poison served by Johnny the Greek appealed to him. His old neurosis, almost forgotten in the half-tolerant, half-amused interest in Mademoiselle d'Albret's adventure which had occupied his activities during the past weeks, revived with redoubled force.
So he puffed out his chest and went on, and actually began to enjoy himself, and almost wished for a chance to show how big and strong he was. After old Whitetail the Marshhawk passed Johnny Chuck without offering to touch him, Johnny began to feel very brave and bold and important. He strutted and swaggered along as much as his short legs would let him. He held his head very high.
Cousin Serena shook her head, and sighed over the degeneracy of the age which could content itself with other than such exquisite "hand-sewing" as she did herself. Having gained my point, and made her promise all that I wished, I insisted that she should go home with us to dinner, taking the little bower of Dutch Johnny, the florist, by the way for a glimpse of Matty.
Bland Halliday's smile was twisted far to the left. "Say, where do you get that idea him flyin' after one lesson? Gee, you must think flyin' is like driving a Ford!" "You could go to the shack and 'phone home for some one to come after you," Johnny suggested uncertainly. "And let them know where I am? You must be absolutely crazy, if you think I'd consider such a thing.
Already, spiteful patches of wind, torn from the revolving cyclone, slapped the sails of the Etta as if to tear them from the mast. "Shan't I take in sail?" asked Johnny of the captain. "No use," was the reply. "When that thing strikes us nothing will make any difference and a bit of breeze in the next minute might pull us out."
Colonel Brownlow's severe command to open the door was not resisted for one moment, and forth rushed a cloud of dust and feathers, a quacking waggling substratum of ducks, and a screaming flapping rabble of chickens, behind whom, when the mist cleared, were seen, looking as if they had been tarred and feathered, various black and grey figures, which developed into Jock, Armine, Robin, Johnny, and Joe.
To capture him, the placard declared, would be an act of practical patriotism. Johnny had stared in wonder at the photograph attached. It was the likeness of a man much younger than the Russian they had followed so far, but there could be no mistaking that sharp chin and frowning brow. They had doubtless followed that very man for hundreds of miles only to lose him at this critical moment.
"Since you do not hope ever to see your treasure again, perhaps you will tell me what it was." "Yes, I will tell you. You are my good friend. It was diamonds, one hundred and ten diamonds and ten rubies, all in a leather lined envelope with three long compartments. The rubies were at the bottom of the envelope." "Then," said Johnny, "you are not so far from your treasure after all.
No one else appeared to notice us, though I imagined the noise of the place sank and rose again at the first moment of our entrance. "Jim," said Johnny to me quietly, "there's Danny Randall at the other end of the room. Go join him. I want you to leave me to play my own game." I started to object. "Please do as I say," insisted Johnny. "I can take care of myself unless there's a general row.
I never let on that I'd heard, but PROUD? Aye, even the barkeeper was giving me a recommendation as a man. "HE'S BEEN SOUSIN' HERE WITH NELSON ALL AFTERNOON." Magic words! The accolade delivered by a barkeeper with a beer glass! I remembered that French Frank had treated Johnny the day I bought the Razzle Dazzle. The glasses were filled and we were ready to drink.
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