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"I guess we'd better go," whispered Dickey, after one of the porters had looked at them unusually hard. "Yes," replied Mopsey, in an injured tone; "he's got all he can out of us, an' we sha'n't see him agin." "Now don't you go to tryin' to be a fool, Mopsey Dowd," said Ben, indignantly.
Owing to its being generally understood that Mopsey was an author, making dramatic literature a specialty, the other partners, advised by Nelly Green, had left the important question of what the opening play should be entirely to the pea-nut merchant.
Green, while Dickey and Mopsey were attired in costumes that were models of their own idea of fashion.
Then, although they drew some comparisons between that theatre and others which they had attended, which were certainly not very favorable to Mopsey, they departed, apparently very well satisfied that they had received the full worth of their money.
Weston, and he considered it his right to go in because of the money he had contributed towards Paul's ticket to Chicago. The others followed him, but did not appear as confident as he did. Whatever extravagant idea Mopsey may have had as to the way in which they ought to be received by Mr. Weston, he was not disappointed.
"Don't tear it, Ben!" shouted Johnny, fearing lest his artistic labors in the way of the "Wild Indian" would be ruined, and then he and Mopsey sprang on the stage, rescuing the curtain from the frantic clutch of the ghost, and leaving that worthy to get to his feet as best he might.
"But you come on agin an' dance," said Mopsey, fretfully. "Why don't you wait till I get through? After I kill Shiner, Dickey comes in an' we two have a reg'lar fight, an' we both run away. Then Shiner jumps up an' dances just as long as he can, an' down comes the curtain.
"Yes, I'll join yer," said Mopsey, impressively, looking around as if he expected to see every face light up with joy at his decision "I'll join yer, an' I'll come here to board to-morrow."
And the audience seemed to realize that Ben could dance, for they insisted on his continuing that portion of his duties until he was bathed in perspiration, and so tired that he could hardly move. Of course, now that the curtain had been wrecked, there was no opportunity for dividing the acts, and after the applause which Ben's efforts had produced died away, Mopsey sent Nelly on to sing again.
"I'll tell you what it is, Mopsey," said Ben, after he had whispered with Johnny and Dickey, and they had nodded their heads as if agreeing with what he said, "we'll give you our share of the theatre 'cause, of course, we can't spend any time actin', now that we've got the store, an' you an' Nelly can own it alone.
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