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"And you're hot to speak to him?" "I want to." "And I found you running away from him. You're a curiosity, Mr. Crossjay Patterne." "Ah! so'd anybody be who knew as much as I do," said Crossjay, with a sober sadness that caused the doctor to treat him seriously. "The fact is," he said, "Mr. Whitford is beating the country for you. My best plan will be to drive you to the Hall."
He meditated into his beer-glass a moment, then laughed with reassurance. "No man could get that dog away from me. You see, I'd kill the man first. I'd just up an' tell 'm, as I'm tellin' you now, I'd kill 'm first. An' he'd believe me, as you're believin' me now. You know I mean it. So'd he know I meant it. Why, that dog . . . "
I quietly opened my pocketbook and took several bills of that yellow-backed denomination, and selected one for him. He took it at first suspiciously, then greedily, and I saw his eyes go to my wallet. "I forgot," said I, and took out two bills of five dollars each, which I handed to him. "By golly!" said he, "so'd I forgot!" "Why did you forget about your wages?" I asked, and looked at him keenly.
"So'd you say if they tucked a napkin under your chin at meals, and cut your meat up into dice for you, and you'd ever tried to fold up your newspaper with one hand, or had to stop a perfect stranger in the street, as I did just now outside your door, and ask him to fish a cab-fare out of your right-hand trouser-pocket if he'd be so good? because your idiot of a man ought to have put your money in the other one."
A chill wind came from the sea and the surf at the foot of the bluff moaned and splashed and sighed. Thankful sighed also. "What's the matter?" asked Winnie S. "Oh, nothin' much. I wish I was a prophet, that's all. I'd like to be able to look ahead a year." Winnie S. whistled. "Judas priest!" he said. "So'd I. But if I'd see myself drivin' this everlastin' rig-out I'd wished I hadn't looked.
"For me? You know they give me a benefit once in the basement of the Court House. But a private tea, for me?" And when she understood that this was what I meant, "Oh," she said earnestly, "I'd be so glad to come. An' you an' I can know the tea is for me if you rilly mean it but it won't do to say it so'd it'd get out around. Oh, no, it won't.
"Then heaven help you never may, sir. I'd liefer fight a gun in the waist through farty Fleet-actions, than see one man go through that wouldn't you, Abe?" "Ay, that I would," grumbled the deep voice. "Ah; and so'd we all," came a windy chorus. There was a stamping of feet: then the story-teller went on, "I stood by the gang-way when he came up the side, a blanket across his shoulders.
"Yes." "So'd mine; ain't it rum? You scrub offices an' wash, don't yer?" "Yes." "So does my mother. You find it pretty hard to get a livin', don't yer, these times?" "My God, yes! God only knows what I'll do now my poor boy's gone. I generally get up at half-past five to scrub out some offices, and when that's done I've got to start my day's work, washing.
So'd you be ef you'd bin whar I hev," he said with harrowing mystery. "No! say!" said Meely eagerly. At which Johnny, clutching at the top of the fence, with hurried breath told his story. But not all.
FIND him! Track the money!" "Tom, we'll never find him. A feller don't have only one chance for such a pile and that one's lost. I'd feel mighty shaky if I was to see him, anyway." "Well, so'd I; but I'd like to see him, anyway and track him out to his Number Two." "Number Two yes, that's it. I been thinking 'bout that. But I can't make nothing out of it. What do you reckon it is?" "I dono.
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