"Keep "em!" growled the thief, and then, glancing up, he saw on the tender inwards of Mr. Baumann"s upheld palms two huge glisteners, which their owner had turned that way in a misguided effort to conceal the stones. The robber reached up for them.
"Take "em. You"re velcome!" said Mr. Baumann, with rare presence of mind. "Those Nevada nearlies looks almost like real."
"Keep "em," said the robber, as he pa.s.sed on, and Mr. Baumann almost swooned with joy, for, as he whispered to Wedgewood a moment later: "They"re really real!"
Now the eye-chain rolled the other way, for Little Jimmie Wellington was puffing with rage. The other robber, having ma.s.saged him thoroughly, but without success, for his pocketbook, noticed that Jimmie"s left heel was protruding from his left shoe, and made Jimmie perform the almost incredible feat of standing on one foot, while he unshod him and took out the hidden wealth.
"There goes our honeymoon, Lucretia," he moaned. But she whispered proudly: "Never mind, I have my rings to p.a.w.n."
"Oh, you have, have you? Well, I"ll be your little uncle," the kneeling robber laughed, as he overheard, and he continued his outrageous search till he found them, knotted in a handkerchief, under her hat.
She protested: "You wouldn"t leave me in Reno without a diamond, would you?"
"I wouldn"t, eh?" he grunted. "Do you think I"m in this business for my health?"
And he s.n.a.t.c.hed off two earrings she had forgotten to remove.
Fortunately, they were affixed to her lobes with fasteners.
Mrs. Jimmie was thoroughbred enough not to wince. She simply commented: "You brutes are almost as bad as the Customs officers at New York."
And now another touch of light relieved the gloom. Kathleen was next in line, and she had been forcing her lips into their most attractive smile, and keeping her eyes winsomely mellow, for the robber"s benefit. Marjorie could not see the smile; she could only see that Kathleen was next. She whispered to Mallory:
"They"ll get the bracelet! They"ll get the bracelet!"
And Mallory could have danced with glee. But Kathleen leaned coquettishly toward the masked stranger, and threw all her art into her tone as she murmured:
"I"m sure you"re too brave to take my things. I"ve always admired men with the courage of Claude Duval."
The robber was taken a trifle aback, but he growled: "I don"t know the party you speak of--but cough up!"
"Listen to her," Marjorie whispered in horror; "she"s flirting with the train-robber."
"What won"t some women flirt with!" Mallory exclaimed.
The robber studied Kathleen a little more attentively, as he whipped off her necklace and her rings. She looked good to him, and so willing, that he muttered: "Say, lady, if you"ll give me a kiss, I"ll give you that diamond ring you got on."
"All right!" laughed Kathleen, with triumphant compliance.
"My G.o.d!" Mallory groaned, "what won"t some women do for a diamond!"
The robber bent close, and was just raising his mask to collect his ransom, when his confederate glanced his way, and knowing his susceptible nature, foresaw his intention, and shouted: "Stop it, Jake. You "tend strictly to business, or I"ll blow your nose off."
"Oh, all right," grumbled the reluctant gallant, as he drew the ring from her finger. "Sorry, miss, but I can"t make the trade," and he added with an unwonted gentleness: "You can turn round now."
Kathleen was glad to hide the blushes of defeat, but Marjorie was still more bitterly disappointed. She whispered to Mallory: "He didn"t get the bracelet, after all."
CHAPTER x.x.xIX
WOLVES IN THE FOLD
Mallory"s heart sank to its usual depth, but Marjorie had another of her inspirations. She startled everybody by suddenly beckoning and calling: "Excuse me, Mr. Robber. Come here, please."
The curious gallant edged her way, keeping a sharp watch along the line: "What d"you want?"
Marjorie leaned nearer, and spoke in a low tone with an amiable smile: "That lady who wanted to kiss you has a bracelet up her sleeve."
The robber stared across his mask, and wondered, but laughed, and grunted: "Much obliged." Then he went back, and tapped Kathleen on the shoulder. When she turned round, in the hope that he had reconsidered his refusal to make the trade, he infuriated her by growling: "Excuse, me, miss, I overlooked a bet."
He ran his hand along her arm, and found her bracelet, and accomplished what Mallory had failed in, its removal.
"Don"t, don"t," cried Kathleen, "it"s wished on."
"I wish it off," the villain laughed, and it joined the growing heap in the feed-bag.
Kathleen, doubly enraged, broke out viciously: "You"re a common, sneaking----"
"Ah, turn round!" the man roared, and she obeyed in silence.
Then he explored Mrs. Whitcomb, but with such small reward that he said: "Say, you"d oughter have a pocketbook somewheres. Where"s it at?"
Mrs. Whitcomb brushed furiously: "None of your business, you low brute."
"Perdooce, madame," the scoundrel snorted, "perdooce the purse, or I"ll hunt for it myself."
Mrs. Whitcomb turned away, and after some management of her skirts, slapped her handbag into the eager palm with a wrathful: "You"re no gentleman, sir!"
"If I was, I"d be in Wall Street," he laughed. "Now you can turn round." And when she turned, he saw a bit of chain depending from her back hair. He tugged, and brought away the locket, and with laying the tress on her shoulder, and proceeded to sound Ashton for hidden wealth.
And now Mrs. Temple began to sob, as she parted with an old-fashioned brooch and two old-fashioned rings that had been her little vanities for the quarter of a century and more. The old clergyman could have wept with her at the vandalism. He turned on the wretch with a heartsick appeal:
"Can"t you spare those? Didn"t you ever have a mother?"
The robber started, his fierce eyes softened, his voice choked, and he gulped hard as he drew the back of his hand across his eyes.
"Aw, h.e.l.l," he whimpered, "that ain"t fair. If you"re goin" to remind me of me poor old mo-mo-mother----"
But the one called Jake--the Claude Duval who had been prevented from a display of human sentiment, did not intend to be cheated. He thundered: "Stop it, Bill. You "tend strictly to business, or I"ll blow your mush-bowl off. You know your Maw died before you was born."
This reminder sobered the weeping thief at once, and he went back to work ruthlessly. "Oh, all right, Jake. Sorry, ma"am, but business is business." And he dumped Mrs. Temple"s trinkets into the satchel. It was too much for the little old lady"s little old husband. He fairly shrieked:
"Young man, you"re a d.a.m.ned scoundrel, and the best argument I ever saw for h.e.l.l-fire!"
Mrs. Temple"s grief changed to horror at such a bolt from the blue: "Walter!" she gasped, "such language!"