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She ain't smiled to me for a hundred years. If them eggs gets a smile for me, I'll take the whole boiling off your hands." "Will you sign a contract to that effect?" Smoke said quickly; for he knew that Lucille Arral had agreed to smile. Wild Water gasped. "You're almighty swift with business up here on the hill," he said, with a hint of a snarl.
Saloons filled up after his entrance and emptied following upon his departure. If he bought a stack of chips at a sleepy roulette-table, inside five minutes a dozen players were around him. He avenged himself, in a small way, on Lucille Arral, by getting up and sauntering out of the Opera House just as she came on to sing her most popular song.
Did it happen that you heard Caruso and Blanche Arral this winter in New York, Mr. Pathurst?" I nodded, still marvelling over this spate of speech at table. "Well, think of hearing them, and Homer, and Witherspoon, and Amato, every night for nights and nights at the Metropolitan; and then to give it the go-by, and get to sea and shake down to watch and watch." "You don't like the sea?" I queried.
"Will she eat 'em? that's the question will she eat 'em?" the latter whispered agonizingly. And with sidelong glances they saw Lucille Arral hesitate, almost push the dish from her, then surrender to its lure. "I'll take them eggs," Wild Water said to Smoke. "The contract holds. Did you see her? Did you see her! She almost smiled. I know her. It's all fixed.
Oh, Smoke!" "Yes?" "Not a cent less than ten a throw. Do you get that?" "Sure thing all right," Smoke returned sleepily. In the morning Smoke chanced upon Lucille Arral again at the dry-goods counter of the A. C. Store. "It's working," he jubilated. "It's working. Wild Water's been around to Slavovitch, trying to buy or bully eggs out of him.
Smoke's reluctance at raising excitement with the aid of Lucille Arral was too patent for her to miss. "I'm not thinking what you are thinking at all, thank you," she chided, with a laugh and a pout. "When I throw myself at your head you'll have to have more eyes and better ones than you have now to see me."
I paid 'm in full. Here's the receipt." While Smoke got out the gold-scales and prepared for business, Shorty devoted himself to calculation. "There's the figgers," he announced triumphantly. "We win twelve thousan' nine hundred an' seventy dollars. An' we don't do Wild Water no harm. He wins Miss Arral. Besides, he gets all them eggs. It's sure a bargain-counter all around. Nobody loses."
"Look here, you two," Wild Water said in a burst of confidence. "I'll be perfectly honest with you, an' don't let it go any further. You know Miss Arral an' I was engaged. Well, she's broken everything off. You know it. Everybody knows it. It's for her I want them eggs." "Huh!" Shorty jeered. "It's clear an' plain why you want 'em with the shells on. But I never thought it of you."
Pretty Lucille Arral was gazing forlornly at the strip of breakfast bacon and the tinned mashed potatoes on her plate when Slavovitch placed before her two shirred eggs. "Compliments of Mr. Wild Water," they at the next table heard him say.
"We're only accepting your own proposition," Smoke answered. "All right bring on the paper make it out, hard and fast," Wild Water cried in the anger of surrender. Smoke immediately wrote out the document, wherein Wild Water agreed to take every egg delivered to him at ten dollars per egg, provided that the two dozen advanced to him brought about a reconciliation with Lucille Arral.
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