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"Shore I have. I jist got pie Rip's cage all cleaned out an ready fer what come." "Well, get it open. Cut loose the trailer, Mr. Welborn, and we will back it in by hand. Here, Happy, you and Joe help push this trailer in to where Fisheye shows you. These cubs need initiating anyhow." The trailer was unhooked and carefully backed in through a passage laid out by the versatile Fisheye.
"Fisheye is saying spells over his bankroll and is kissing some of the tens and twenties a fond and reluctant farewell. He will offer you ninety dollars and you take it. It's better than I'd hoped. You see, Fisheye has his money sewed to him and it makes it hard to acquire.
They were surely butterballs as the midget proclaimed. "You can't tell which is Amos and which is Andy. Can you, Fisheye?" challenged the salesman. "Naw! I don't know 'em by name but that un is the oldest. In twins or even litters thar's one that's oldest. That un is the oldest, he starts to doin things fust.
"They are out here in a coop on a trailer. He brought them down out of the mountains this morning." "Did ye ketch 'em this mornin'?" queried Fisheye as he followed the two salesmen to the truck. "Naw, he's had 'em in training for two months. Best of all, he knows how to take care of their hair, how to feed 'em.
"How much am I offered, men," he called out in a voice simulating an auctioneer. "How much for the two?" "Now you jist cut out yer comedy until I can squint 'em over," said Fisheye impatiently. "Kin ye move 'em around a little, Mister?" Welborn reached his hand through the bars and clucked to the little scared bruins. Hesitatingly they crept up to the extended hand and then sat up.
"I think you should have this money," said Welborn as they drank their coffee. He handed Fisheye's keepsakes to David. "I did not expect anything and I am satisfied that the bears are in good hands." "Not a cent," said David, waving the money aside. "I still owe you more than I can ever repay. Besides all this, we've done Fisheye a good turn. He'll have those cubs doing things before snow flies."
We can deal with that old buzzard as freely and as profitably as if we were in a cutthroat pawnshop. Hey, you fellows," he called to some passing laborers, "have any of you seen old Fisheye in the last hour?" "Fisheye is linin' up the wagons in the menag," said one of the men. "Er he may be up at the marquee tellin' the boss where to route the show," said another.
And here's another thing," David motioned Fisheye over to another wagon and out of Mr. Welborn's hearing. "Here's the rest of the plan. I am going to offer this man Welborn ninety dollars for your note. He won't be bothered by having to send it to the bank, and he'll take my offer. There's where I come in; I make a ten spot without any investment." "How come?" squawked the amazed Fisheye.
Welborn here dickers a little in native animals and has a couple of the slickest, fattest, neatest bear cubs I've seen in years. He's got too much business to give any time to training them and I told him of your success with animals and he wants to make a deal with you." "What kind of a deal? And where's yer bars?" Fisheye was alert to the business up to knowing the full import of the deal.
Look, there they are, alike as two peas and ready to climb a pole or turn a somersault." Fisheye was peering through the slats. "I wish we had 'em out whar I could see 'em better. Now what's yer deal, Prince? Ye said somethin' about a deal?" "Well, it's like this, Fisheye. Mr.
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