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Updated: June 28, 2025
The name has been hateful to Lockwin from childhood. Let Corkey win the primaries! What odds? Will not that release Lockwin from the touching committees? Does he wish to owe his election to a street car-company in another quarter of the city? Perhaps Harpwood will win! How would that aid Davy? Ah, Davy! Davy! all comes back to him!
Panic!!" bawls a large boy, who beats his small rivals ruthlessly aside and makes his way to Lockwin. The man is still trembling. He is trying to put away his worthless bank-book and cannot gain the entrance of the pocket. "'Ere's your panic! Buy of me, mister. Say, mister, won't you buy of me? Ah! git out, you great big coward!" It is the sympathetic Corkey, smartly cuffing the invader.
Then he brings his adamantine fist down on the bar to the peril of all glassware. "Yes, sir! Now I was out on that old tub. I was right there when she drapped in the drink. If anybody might make it just as it was, I might mightn't I?" "You might," they answer in admiration of a great man. "Well, I didn't do no such foolish thing as you fellows, did I?" "But why didn't you tell us, Mr. Corkey?"
Another instant and he was in the sea, regardless of sharks, and striking out for the floating wreckage, closely followed by O'Rook, Corkey, Burr, and Watty Wilkins. Strange to say, eight other men of the crew could not swim, although they had managed somehow to scramble on the reef.
Bob Corkey, having attained to the lowest depths of destitution and despair, had, it was said, made to his comrades the following observation: "Mates, it strikes me that we are three great fools;" whereupon Bounce had replied, "We're more than that Bob, we're three great sinners;" to which Badger had added, with considerable emphasis, "That's a fact," and when men come to this, there is hope for them.
To find Lockwin's body would be a clever feat of journalism, inasmuch as the search has been abandoned by the other papers. A delegation of dock-frequenters waits on Corkey to demand that he shall stand for Congress in the second special election, made necessary by the death of Lockwin. "Gentlemen, I'm off on business. I beg to de de re re drop out! Please excuse me, and take something."
After six months of suffering he is promised a removal of the red fimbrications; his nose shall be re-erected; his throat shall be reasonably cleared. He lies on his cot, and Corkey is a frequent visitor. "You wa'n't no prize beauty, that's a fact," says the candid Corkey. "I think you're wise, but I'd never a did it. You've got as much grit as a tattooed man.
"Well, if she had needed the stuff she'd a been after it soon enough, wouldn't she? I don't offer it to everybody. But that ain't the point. I'm going after that roll ten thousand dollars! You want to come? If I win, you git $500. I reckon that's enough for a kid." It is a project which is well conceived, for Corkey may easily arrange for a salary from his great newspaper.
"Sorry, because I guess I've knocked you out while you was at home. I never like to take an unfair advantage of nobody." "Glad to see you, Mr. Corkey. Go ahead! Nobody happier than me to-day." "He beats me," said Corkey; "but he isn't goin' to be so sweet to-night." "Oh, I'm elected, sure!" Corkey announces on the docks. "Harpwood he offer me the collectorship of the port if I git down.
"Where in God's name is she?" It is the most frightful thought Corkey has ever entertained. The Africa has gone down. It is as sure as that Corkey sits in the yawl, safe for the moment. The spirit of the man sinks with the ship, and then rides high again. "They're nothing to me!" he says. "I'm the only contestant, too!" He is too brave. The thought seems sacrilegious. He grows faint with fear!
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