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Updated: June 1, 2025
How did he ever come to pick THAT cap out, Raish?" Mr. Pulcifer regarded the questioner with scornful superiority. "Pick it out!" he repeated. "He never picked it out, I picked it out for him. You don't know the first principles of sellin', Ras. If you had me to help around here you wouldn't have so many stickers in your stock." Beebe, gazing after the retreating figure of Mr. Bangs, sniffed.
Galusha had not said so, but it seemed scarcely worth while to deny the assertion. And Raish waited for no denial. "You want to make money," he repeated. "All right, so do I. And I've got a scheme that'll help us both to make a little. Now listen. But before I tell you, you've got to give me your word to keep it dark; see?" Galusha promised and Raish proceeded to explain his scheme.
The cost of livin is comin' down all the time. Oh, I'm havin' a beautiful game of tit-for-tat with Raish." She laughed merrily. Galusha did not laugh. The game was altogether too risky for him to enjoy it. A person sitting on a powder barrel could scarcely be expected to enjoy the sight of a group of children playing with matches in close proximity.
Bangs clambered from the automobile almost as wearily and stiffly as he had climbed into it. The engine of the Pulcifer car had not stopped running so Raish was not obliged to get out and crank. He took a fresh grip on the steering wheel and looked down upon his late passenger. "Well, good-night, Mr. Bangs," he said. "Good-night ah good-night, Mr. Pulcifer.
"Eh?" queried Galusha, peering out between the earlaps of his cap. "Eh? What did you say, Primmie?" "I say Miss Martha wants to see you a minute. She's in there a-waitin'. I bet you she's goin' to tell you about it. Hurry! hurry!" "Tell me?... About what?" "Why, about what 'tis that's worryin' her so. About that Raish Pulcifer and all the rest of it.... Oh, my Lord of Isrul!
"Good gracious!" he stammered. "That's what Doctor Powers says. He stopped in, just as an old friend, to drop the hint to me, so that I could be ready when Raish came to buy mine. I asked him what the Pulcifer man was payin' for the stock. He said as little as he had to, as near as he could find out.
Galusha wonderingly gazed after him, shook his head, and then moved slowly up the path to the house. Primmie opened the door for him. Her eyes were snapping. "Hello, Mr. Bangs!" she said. "I 'most wisht he'd drop down dead and then freeze to death in a snowbank, that's what I wish." Galusha blinked. "Why, bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "Of whom are you speaking?" "That everlastin' Raish Pulcifer.
And they were quietly makin' arrangements to pick up the different parcels of land from the owners here and there, when Raish Pulcifer got wind of it. There's precious little goin' on down this part of the Cape that Raish doesn't get wind of, particularly if it's somebody else's secret. He's got a reg'lar pig's nose for rootin' up other people's private concerns.
Galusha gazed at him uncomprehendingly. "Why ah Dear me!" he faltered. "I that is well, really, I fear I do not fully grasp your ah meaning, Mr. Pulcifer." Raish seemed to find this amusing. He laughed aloud. "No reason why you should yet awhile, Perfessor," he declared. "I'll try to get it across to you in a minute, though. What I asked was if you wanted to make money. Do, don't you?"
He has been half sick for some time, I judge from what he has told me, and he is weak and worn out from his tramp and wetting." Miss Phipps shook her head impatiently. "The idea of Raish Pulcifer's cartin' him 'way over here and then leavin' him in the middle of the road," she said. "It's just like Raish, but that doesn't help it any; nothin' that's like Raish helps anything much," she added.
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