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No doubt, while he was unconscious, Drummond and Lucy had made a copy of what was on the paper. To Hiram's great disappointment he found on reaching Ragtown late that afternoon that Twitter-or-Tweet had driven to Los Angeles on business. He hunted about for another machine, but there seemed to be none in town that he could hire.
He thought she was flirting with him, and came back with 'Tweedle-de-dee; whereupon she slapped him. So far I have escaped such consequences when telling people my name. But if, when asked, I reply 'Orr Tweet, they say 'What or Tweet? Then if I reply 'Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet, they look at me as if they thought I was trying to kid 'em.
"And that reminds me that I made us wander from the subject of Twitter-or-Tweet. You were telling me about him when I interrupted. What is he? He's not a common tramp a stiff." "He says he's a promoter and capitalist," Hiram repeated. "Of course he's talking nonsense." Hiram then told of Mr.
Things looked as if Twitter-or-Tweet was about due to make his fortune, and Jo kept investing more and more of her surplus earnings, and he was meeting his payments promptly. There was talk of Ragtown eventually being made a division point. If this transpired, the railroad shops would be erected there, and the permanent success of the town would be assured.
A wave of Jo's hand and they understood the noon had come. When they were in camp, and the teams had been fed and watered from the great tank wagon, and Jerkline Jo, with the able help of Twitter-or-Tweet, had made ready the steaming meal, there arose loud praise of the girl's idea concerning the fireless cooker. "By golly, Jo, this here's grub!" applauded Jim McAllen. "Some scheme, ol'-timer!"
So I begin my explanation by giving them my nickname, or monaker, 'Playmate, and follow it with my second monaker, 'Twitter-or-Tweet, as I am frequently called, or Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet, or Twitter-or-Tweet Tweet. It's very simple." Jerkline Jo laughed again at the end of this seemingly nonsensical harangue, and fixed her dark eyes on Hiram Hooker.
"Tell me about Twitter-or-Tweet, and so forth," she begged finally. "I can't understand that man. Is he a pure fake?" "I don't know," Hiram replied. "He was mighty good to me in a way. He's been about a heap." "Hiram, if you'll pardon me, we'll begin your lesson right now. I wouldn't say a 'heap. You must try to overcome such colloquialisms."
You'll probably learn a few things on that trip." "Are you a jerkline skinner?" "I dunno. Maybe I am. I never tried. But if that's what you wanta hit me, too. Say, what's your name?" "Hiram Hooker." "That's a peach, all right. They sure labeled you for the part. Mine ain't much better though. They call me Twitter-or-Tweet." "What!" "Proves I'm a bird, don't it? My name is Orr Tweet.
You're lucky, Hooker that's all there is to it. You'd 'a' drifted about for years and never got the chance to hook up with Twitter-or-Tweet. And here you are, right from the backwoods, makin' yourself solid the first crack outa the box with the original money-getter. Stay by me till I get a toehold, and I'll make you." Hiram was at a loss how to take him.
But with six of the teams working steadily the outfit would transport upward of thirty tons twelve miles a day, which represents an enormous amount of provisions for man and beast. Twitter-or-Tweet Orr Tweet rode with Hiram. The train had been traveling perhaps two hours, and it was after eleven o'clock, when there came a "Who-hoo!" from Jerkline Jo. Hiram and Tweet looked back.
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