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A cunning smile played about his mouth and he shook his head. "I tried to keep my little secret from you till Christmas morning; but you're on to my curves now, Kiddo, and I'll have to 'fess up " "You bought them for me?" she asked with trembling eagerness. "Who else do you reckon I'd buy 'em for? I was going to surprise you, too, tomorrow morning. You've spoiled the fun."
Again she caught the sinister suggestion in his tone and threw him a startled look. "What has come over you today, Jim?" she asked. He hesitated and answered carelessly. "Oh, nothing, Kiddo just been thinking a little about business. Got to go to work, you know." He returned to the table and touched the bag lightly.
His mouth twitched angrily and he faced her, speaking with cold, brutal frankness. "I might keep on lying to you, Kiddo, and get away with it. But what's the use? You've got to know. It's just as well now I did that job Yes!" Her face blanched. "You a burglar a murderer!" Jim followed her with quick, angry gestures. "All I wanted was his money! He fought it was his life or mine " "A murderer!"
His brow smoothed and he fetched a sigh of relief. "'Lo, grosspops!" she said. "How's every little thing? The kiddo all right?" She unpinned a Sunday hat that was plumed like a hearse and slipped on a long apron that covered her from Robespierre bib to hobble hem. "Girl," said her grandfather, "would you make tomorrow for me at the office a copy of this letter on the typewriter machine?"
I've been through two wars and I got a medal for sinkin' a fishin' smack. I talk Spanish just like a native, I don't drink no more to speak of, and I've been savin' my money. Some day when I get the price together I'm goin' back to San Francisco, buy me a nice little schooner, and go tradin' in the South Seas. How they been comin' with you, Scraggsy, old kiddo?" "Lovely," replied Scraggs.
The deep cry of an ocean steamer broke the stillness at last. "We must dress for dinner, Jim!" she sighed. "Why, Kiddo?" "We must eat, you know." "But why dress? I like that style on you. It's too much trouble to dress." "All right!" she cried gayly. "We'll have a little informal dinner this evening. I love to feel the sand under my feet."
"That's just the trouble: you can't do it with your fists. You can't compel the respect of cultured men and women by physical force. We've got to win with other weapons." "All right, Kiddo dope it out for me," he responded lazily. "Dope it out " Her lips quivered with the painful recognition of the task before her. Yet when she spoke, her voice was low and sweet and its tones even.
They had come to a large cavity in the earth about the circumference of a merry-go-round, and covered by a strong iron grating. Braddock Washington beckoned to John, and pointed his cane down through the grating. John stepped to the edge and gazed. Immediately his ears were assailed by a wild clamor from below. "Come on down to Hell!" "Hallo, kiddo, how's the air up there?" "Hey! Throw us a rope!"
"Doncher believe him, kiddo!" said a soldier. "He was born in Germany. Look on the map." "He's a German spy, Whitey; look out for him." "Alsace ziss is France!" said Frenchy fervently. "Ziss is the United States," shouted a soldier derisively. "Ziss is Hoboken!" chimed in another. "Vive la Hoboken!" shrieked a third. Tom thought he had never laughed so much in all his life.
I need financin' a burro and a grubstake and me for the big dry spot. Ship the outfit to the desert town, and then hit it along the rails to where we hid it. If the papers we hid is any good, me to locate the ledge. Anyhow, there's a good five hundred in the poke, and that's better than a kick in the pants." "You'll get pinched sure, Red." "Nix, kiddo. Not out there. Money talks.
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