"Who, me?" hollers the Kid,
"Si!" smiles Genaro. "Bada man wanna feex you, so you no fighta the champ! You getta the beeg idea?"
"What"s next?" asks the Kid, frownin".
"Ah!" pipes Genaro, rollin" his eyes at the sky. "We giva you the whole picture! Second reel you get run over by train--fasta mail! You see? So you no fighta the champ!"
The Kid looks at me and grabs my arm.
"This guy"s a maniac!" he hollers. "Did you get that railroad thing?
He--"
Genaro goes right on like he don"t hear him.
"Thirda reel!" he says. "Thirda reel you get hit by two automobiles, this bada feller try to feex you so you no fighta the champ!"
"Wait!" I b.u.t.ts in. "You must--"
"But fiftha reel--aaah!" Genaro don"t pay no attention to me, but kisses his hand at a tree. "Fiftha reel," he says, "she"sa great! Get everybody excite! You get throw from sheep in ocean, fella shoot at you when you try sweem, bada fella come along in motorboat, he"sa run you down! Then you swim five, six, seven mile to land and there dozen feller beat you with club--so you no fighta the champ!"
The Kid has sunk down on a chair and he"s fannin" himself. His face was the color of skim milk.
"What you think?" asks Genaro. "She"s a maka fine picture, what?"
"Great!" I says. "If that guy that wants to fix the Kid so he no fighta the champ loses out, they can"t say he wasn"t tryin" anyhow!
Why don"t you throw in another reel, showin" the lions devourin" the Kid--so he no fighta the champ?"
"That"s a good!" Genaro shakes his head. "I spika to Van Aylstyne!"
He took us up to his office and when we get inside the door they"s a dame sittin" there which would make Venus look like a small-town soubrette. She looked like these other movie queens would like to!
Whilst we"re givin" her the up and down, she smiles at the Kid and he immediately drops his hat on the floor and knocks over a inkwell.
"Miss Vincent," says Genaro, "this Mr. Kid Scanlan. He"sa work with you nex" week. This Mr. Green, hisa fr"en"."
We shake hands all around and the Kid elbows me to one side.
"Where are you goin" this afternoon?" he asks the dame. "Anywheres?"
Genaro raps on the desk.
"Joosta one minoote!" he calls out. "Mr. Kid Scanlan, I would like--"
"Joosta wait!" pipes the Kid. "Writa me the letta! I"m ver" busy joosta now!" He puts one hand on the mantelpiece and drapes himself in front of the dame. "And you haven"t been here long, eh?" he says.
Genaro frowns for a minute and then he grins and winks at me.
"Miss Vincent!" he b.u.t.ts in. "You show Mr. Kid Scanlan all around this afternoon, what? Explain him everything about nex" week we maka his picture. What you think, no?"
"Yes!" pipes the Kid grabbin" his hat. "I never been nowheres. Lets go!"
The dame smiles some more, and, well, Scanlan must have been born with a horseshoe in each hand because she takes his arm and they blow.
Just as they were goin" out the door, in comes Gloomy Gus which brought us up from the station. He looks at the Kid and this dame goin" out and he sneers after "em.
"Champion!" he mutters, curlin" his lip. "Huh!"
The next mornin" we meet this guy Van Aylstyne who doped out the stuff so the Kid "no fighta the champ!" He"s a tall, slim, gentle-lookin"
bird, all dressed in white like a Queen of the May or somethin" and after hearin" him talk I figured my first guess was about right. We also got to know Edmund De Vronde, one of the leadin" men and the shop girls" delight, and him and Van Aylstyne were both members of the same lodge. Whilst we"re standin" there talkin" to Genaro, who I found out was the headkeeper or somethin", along comes Miss Vincent in one of them trick autos that has a seat for two thin people and a gasoline tank. Only, you don"t sit in "em, you just stoop, with your knees jammed up against your chin. She drives this thing right up and stops where we"re standin". If she ever looked any better, she"d have fell for herself!
"I"m going to Long Beach," she sings out, "and I"m going to hit nothing but the tops of the trees! Come along?"
De Vronde, Van Aylstyne and the Kid left their marks at the same time, but you know, my boy was welterweight champ and when that auto buzzed away from there he went with it.
"Ugh!" remarks De Vronde. "I loathe those creatures!" He dusts off his sleeve where the Kid had grabbed it to toss him to one side. "The fellow struck me!" he says indignantly.
Van Aylstyne picks up his hat which had fell off in the struggle.
"Thank Heavens," he tells the other guy, "we will soon be rid of him!
I"ll have the script ready for Genaro to-morrow! I never saw such a vicious a.s.sault!"
They walked away, and I turns to Genaro who had stepped aside for a minute.
"Say!" I asks him. "Is this De Vronde guy worth anything to you?"
"_Sapristi_!" he tells me, makin" a face. "I could keel him! He"sa wan greata big what you call bunk! He"sa no good! He can"t act, he can do nothing. Joosta got nice face--that"s all!"
"Well," I says, "he won"t have no nice face, if he don"t lay off the Kid! If Scanlan hears him make any cracks about him like he just did now--well, he"ll practically ruin him, that"s all!"
After a while the Kid and Miss Vincent comes back and she hurries away to change her clothes because she"s got to work in this Richard the Third thing. The Kid is all covered with dirt and mud and his face is all cut up from the flyin" pebbles and sand.
"Say!" he says to me. "That"s some dame, believe me! We pa.s.sed everything on the road from here to Long Beach and on the way back we beat the Sante Fe in by a city block! Come on over and see her work; she"s gonna act in that Richard the Third thing!"
We breezed over past the African Desert and there"s the troupe all gathered around a guy in his shirt sleeves, who"s readin" "em somethin"
out of a book. One of the camera guys tells me it"s Mr. Duke, Genaro"s a.s.sistant.
"A fine piece of Camembert he is, too!" says this guy. "He put me over on this side to get the battle scene from an angle and tells me to shoot the minute the melee starts in case I don"t get his signal. One of them dames fainted from the heat a minute ago and the rest of "em go rushin" around yellin" like a lot of nuts. Naturally I thought the thing went in the picture and I took forty feet of it before he called me off! He"s gonna report me now and I"m liable to get the gate when Genaro shows up! I"ll _get_ the big stew, though,--watch me!"
At this stage of the game, this Mr. Duke waves for us to come over.
"Where"s Mr. Genaro?" he wants to know.
"Search me!" I tells him. "I just left him an hour or so ago and--"
He hurls down the book and dances around like he"s gonna throw a fit or somethin".
"I been all over the place," he yells, "and I can"t find him! I want to get this exterior while the sun is right and there"s no Richard or no Genaro!"
The Kid, who has been talkin" to Miss Vincent, comes over then and says,