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Updated: June 1, 2025
My Dear Old Geezer: I broke off my last letter in sight of the pyramids, when I was left alone on the desert, my jackass having stampeded with the camels, on account of my fireworks, and I presume you think I was all in, but I got to the pyramids before the stampeded caravan did.
There was no fuel for the 'copter we finished the one we called Betsy Ann. But the little geezer who worked the smudgepot just walked up to it and wiggled his finger. 'Start your motor going, Betsy Ann, he ordered with some other mumbo-jumbo. Then the motor roared and he and the engineer, took off at double the speed she could make on high-test gas. Hey, there it is again!
"Who's Whiskers?" Smoke queried, pausing in the wolfing-down of a hot strip of meat. "Why, he's the top geezer. He's the Scotcher. He's gettin' old, an' he's sure asleep now, but he'll see you to-morrow an' show you clear as print what a measly shrimp you are on his stompin'-grounds. These grounds belong to him. You got to get that into your noodle.
And what if he does? You faced the Chicago Terror twenty rounds without flinching." "Aw, but it's different," he demurred, then dropped to the ground inside the fence. "Two to one the old geezer turns me down." "No, he won't. Just tell him you want to learn, and ask him if he'll let you drive around a few times. Tell him it won't cost him anything." "Huh!
"That's how I remembered it from the chickens in the movin' pictures yesterday. An' some day we'll have little chickens in the garden, won't we, old girl?" "And a daughter, too," Saxon amplified. "An' I'll be the old geezer sayin' them same words to the hired man," Billy carried the fancy along. "It don't take long to raise a daughter if you ain't in a hurry."
Den back he comes an' blows in to-day wid his pockets full, an' de old girl grabs a handful, an' goes out to buy up all de grub in sight 'cause she ain't had none for so long. An' w'en she comes back she finds de old geezer gagged an' tied in a chair, an' some guy's hit him a crack on de bean an' flown de coop wid de mazuma. But youse had better get out of here before youse gets run over!
We can frame up how we came to be here easy enough. Never mind the old geezer there any more! Get the Gray Seal the reward that's out for him is worth twice the sparklers, and " Jimmie Dale hurled the cover over the scuttle.
But you ain't no geezer of dat sort yer square, an' Old Bill wishes you good luck till de robins nest again. Yer goin', eh? Say, pard, I'd a-been wearin' diamon's if I could quit when I was 'head of de game. Yer dead onto it. Here's my hand, Mr. Morton." "Mortimer George Mortimer." "Well, shake, George. Where do you hang out?" "Brookfield." "My address is New York.
They'll be sellin' sherry an' egg in all the saloons to-morrow at a dollar a flip. They ain't no starvin' orphan child in Dawson that won't be wrappin' its tummy around eggs. What d'ye think I run into? a geezer with three thousan' eggs d'ye get me? Three thousan', an' just freighted in from Forty Mile." "Fairy stories," Smoke doubted. "Fairy hell! I seen them eggs.
I'll tell the world I don't know what woulda happened if I hadn't run across yuh and made her hand yuh over." "Ja ja ja jah!" said Lovin Child, nodding his head and regarding Bud with the twinkle in his eyes. "And that's where you're dead right, Boy. I sure do wish you'd tell me your name; but I reckon that's too much to ask of a little geezer like you. Here.
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