She just breezes past him and down the deck without another word.
The Kid kicks a fire bucket that was standin" there into the Pacific Ocean, and from the way he slammed the door of his stateroom I"ll bet all them trick beer mugs that Potts had on the wall fell on the floor.
Well, the next mornin" we all go over to the island again and the Kid is up at daybreak, trottin" over the hills. He"s got four sweaters on, although it"s as hot as blazes, and I"m taggin" along in back of him.
Then he comes back, changes his clothes and works in the picture till noon, when we knock off for the eats. Miss Vincent pa.s.sed us once when we was talkin" to Genaro, and she deliberately pa.s.sed the Kid up!
After that it was suicide to give Scanlan a nasty look.
Along around two o"clock that afternoon, another yacht shows up a little ways off the island and in a few minutes it stops and five guys and a woman hops in one of them trick launches and put-puts over to us.
They get out and come up the string-piece and we get a good flash at them. The male members of the party is all dressed up in blue coats and white pants and from their general get-up I thought they was all gonna form a circle, pick up the ends of their coats and pipe. "What ho, the merry villagers come and we are the daisy maids!"
All but one. He was a great big husky, kinda dark skinned and he looked like a a.s.sa.s.sin with the women, know what I mean? Also, I had seen this bird somewheres before, but I couldn"t check him up right off the bat. The girl that was with the troupe was a good looker all right, and you could see she was a big-timer. But she was kinda thin and worn out to the naked eye. And when I got a close-up of her, I seen there was a funny look in her eyes, like she had been double-crossed or somethin". She looked at everything like she wished it was hers, but there was no chance, d"ye get me?
Well, Potts comes a-runnin" to meet "em and then he comes up and introduces "em all around. He claims they"re from Frisco and friends of his which has come over to see how movin" pictures is made and they might even go so far as to take off a part in one of "em, just for the devilment of it. Miss Vincent looks hard and close at the dark-skinned guy, like she was tryin" to think where she had seen him before, but Genaro come along just then and I"ll bet them newcomers didn"t get no encouragement from the way _he_ looked "em over. De Vronde and Van Aylstyne, though, fell for this bunch so hard they liked to broke their necks. It seems them two hicks found out they all was members of this Golden West Club, and they did everything but shine their shoes from then on.
When the Kid blows in and sees "em, he claims he remembers "em all as bein" among them present the night he went over to the Club, and he says they had better keep lots of the Golden West between him and them while they was in our midst.
The tall dark guy, whose name was somethin" like Brown-Smith, took one flash at Miss Vincent and then everybody else could have been in France for all the notice _he_ give "em. He took up his stand about two feet away from her, and there he stuck all day long like cement. Anybody could see that this stuff was causin" two people to register worry.
They was the Kid and the dame that come over with the troupe. Scanlan watches Brown-Smith makin" his play for Miss Vincent, and he seen that if she wasn"t encouragin" him, she wasn"t complainin" to the police either, but the Kid keeps quiet and takes it out in makin" them sparrin" ex-bartenders tired of life.
The next day I got up early lookin" for the Kid, and as I come through a clearin" in the island I seen three things at once, and if I hadn"t ducked behind a tree, they"d have seen me. There"s my meal ticket with all his sweaters off, standin" in the middle of the little s.p.a.ce, shadow boxin" in front of a tree. The well known sun is shinin" down on his blonde head, and I never noticed before just what a handsome brute the Kid was in action. The muscles in his arms are jumpin" and ripplin" under a skin that a chorus girl would give five years for, and he"s as graceful and light on his feet as one of them Russian toe dancers.
The other two things I seen was Miss Vincent and the dame that had blowed in with the Golden West boys.
The new dame is watchin" the Kid like he was a most pleasin" sight to them tired little eyes of hers. Her mouth is open a little bit and there"s a kind of wishin" smile on her lips. Y"know she looked like this was what she wanted ever since she come into the store. Get me?
Miss Vincent is doin" a piece of watchin" herself around the tree that"s between "em, only she ain"t watchin" the Kid. She"s watchin"
this new dame, and you can take it from me she was registerin" hate!
That cla.s.sy little nose of hers is quiverin" and she"s bitin" hard on her lip. Her body was so stiff and straight that, on the level, I thought she was gonna spring!
The Kid finally stops boxin", puts on his sweaters and then he gets a flash at the new dame. She calls somethin" to him and he comes over--then they start back to the yacht together. Miss Vincent ducks and so did I. I didn"t want _none_ of them to see me, because this thing was gettin" a little too deep for yours in the faith.
They go ahead with another reel of the Kid"s picture that morning and Brown-Smith still keeps hangin" around Miss Vincent like a panhandler outside a circus, and when she has to come in the picture herself, he stands on the sidelines beside one of the camera men, with them chorus men friends of his draped around him. The Kid is goin" through a scene where he flattens half a dozen guys that are tryin" to discourage him from fightin" the champ and Brown-Smith is givin" his friends the low down on it.
"By Jove!" he sneers, just loud enough so"s we can all get an earful.
"It nauseates me to see that fellow knocking about those poor devils who have to do that for a living! Fawncy him doing anything like that in real life! Why, he would most likely call for the police if some one slapped his wrist. I know those moving picture heroes!"
This troupe of Sweet Williams around him snickers right out loud in public at that, like the big guy was simply a knockout as a comedian.
Miss Vincent frowns and the new dame looks kinda worried and nervous, but the Kid just reddens a bit and continues to swat the supers all over the lot. Brown-Smith pulls a few more raw cracks like that, gettin" louder and nastier all the time, and finally he asks Potts to let him take part in the big scene at the end of the reel where the Kid is supposed to bounce everybody in the thing but the camera men. He says it will be great stuff to tell about at the club the first rainy night and a lot of bunk like that--all the time he"s watchin" the Kid with that nasty sneer on his face.
Potts says all right, and offers to stake him to an old suit of clothes, but he laughs and says he won"t need anything, tossin" his coat to one side like the acrobat at the theatre flips away his handkerchief before goin" to work. He rolls up his sleeves and starts limberin" up his arms in front of Miss Vincent, winkin" at her and noddin" to the Kid. She looks kinda worried, but her control is good and she holds fast. She wasn"t the only one that looked worried, believe me! I was doin" that thing myself, because this Brown-Smith guy had a good thirty pounds on the Kid, and he was built that way all over, reach, height and everything else. The minute he put up his hands, I seen two things. First, that he knowed somethin" about box fightin" and, second, that he was goin" to try and bounce the Kid for the benefit of Miss Vincent.
While they"re gettin" things ready for the ma.s.sacre, the Kid comes over to me and says,
"What"s the big idea? I know this bird--he"s the guy that asked me to bring him a _glawss_ of Appollinaris that night at the Golden West Club. If he fusses around me, I"m gonna maul him!"
I knowed _that_ wasn"t the reason, because Kid Scanlan could take both a wallop or a joke. The reason was standin" about three feet away talkin" to Genaro and she never looked better. Believe me, she had everything that mornin"!
"Looka thisa bigga b.o.o.b, Miss Vincent!" Genaro is sayin", wavin" his arms around and shakin" his head at Brown-Smith. "He"sa wanna get in my picture so he showa the girls what a bigga fella he is. Meester Potts he"s a go crazee if thisa picture she"s a no good. He"s a joomp at me, he"s a holler at me and he letta thisa bigga bunk get in it!
Thisa fight, she"sa gotta looka real--not lika the actor, b.u.t.ta _real_!
Thisa fella he"sa go in slappa Meester Scanlan on he"sa wrist. Meester Scanlan he"sa no wanna hurt Meester Potts" fren"--you know?--so he"sa slappa heem back! Everybody she"sa laugh at me when they showa that picture. Aha! They maka me crazee!"
He runs over to Brown-Smith and grabs his arm.
"Please, Meester!" he begs him, with tears in his eyes. "Please, Meester, getta gooda and rough with thisa fella!" he points to the Kid.
"Don"t be afraid for heem, he"s a tougha nut! He"s a nevaire geta hurt! Don"t maka thisa fight looka like the act. You rusha heem, hitta heem, wrestle heem, choka heem, graba heem, bita heem, kicka heem, anything but keela heem, so thisa picture she looka like reala fight! Pretty soon, I blowa the whistle. He"s a hitta you easy--so--you falla down. Maka looka good, don"t sitta down, falla down--so!--" Genaro stops and throws himself on the gra.s.s and then hops up again. "You watcha that?" he goes on. "Alla right!" He jumps away from the cameras and yells, "Hey, Joe! You stanna over there and shoota this froma the right! Alla right, now everybody! Meester Kid Scanlan, you ready? Gooda! Come now--cameras--ready--shoot!"
The Kid meets the rush of the gang like they had practised it together, and he floors one after the other of them with snappy left hooks. Of course he was pullin" his punches and barely touchin" these hicks, but it looked awful good from front. Then Brown-Smith, who had been hangin" around on the outside, rushes in. For a guy who had never tried the thing before, he struck me as bein" real swift at pickin" up the rules, because he faced the cameras at the right angles and pulled a lot of fancy stuff that usually n.o.body but a sure enough movie actor knows. The Kid sidesteps him and puts a light left to his chin and Brown-Smith comes back with a right swing that would have floored the Kid, if it hadn"t been too high. The Kid went back on his heels and a little trickle of claret comes from his lips. Genaro jumps in the air, clappin" his hands. "Magnificenta!" he yells. Miss Vincent is breathin" hard and her hands pressed up tight against her chest. Her face was the color of skimmed milk. Genaro pipes her and grabs a camera man. "Shoota that--queek!" he hollers, pointin" to her. The new dame runs over to me and grabs my arm.
"Stop it!" she whispers, excited like. "You must! Albert will kill him! He was amateur heavyweight champion once and--oh!--he wants to beat Mr. Scanlan--he--oh!--"
I heard Miss Vincent give a little yelp, and I shove this dame away and, believe me, bo, _I_ come near goin" dead on my feet! _Because there"s my champ on the ground, layin" flat on his face and he looked as cold as the North Pole_! I started to dash in, but Genaro grabs me and throws me aside. "Stoppa, fool!" he yells. "Thisa picture she"sa maka me famous!"
The rest of the mob is too scared to do anything--they knowed that this was the real thing! The Kid gets up on one knee, and, on the level, the only sound you could hear was his choked breathin" and the steady click of the cameras--yes, and I guess the beatin" of my heart! The Kid is shakin" his head to clear it from that wallop and I yelled to him to stay down and take his time. He gets half way up and slides down again flat and Brown-Smith laughs. Then Miss Vincent suddenly turns, and there"s a bucket of ice cold lemonade standin" on a bench beside her. It had been put there for the extry people. This here eighteen-carat, regular fellow dame grabs that bucket and throws the lemonade all over the Kid"s head and shoulders!
It braced him like a charge of hop--his head jerked up as it hit him and he shook off the drops--and in another second he was on his feet, smilin" the old Scanlan smile and dancin" around this guy who was rushin" in to finish him. He swings for the Kid"s jaw and the Kid, movin" his head an inch out of the way, puts a hard right and left to the mouth. Brown-Smith coughed out a tooth that he had no further use for, and starts backin" away, coverin" up like a crab. The Kid laughs over at me and sends this guy"s head back like it was on a hinge, with two uppercuts and a right jab. He tries to rush in and grab the Kid, and Scanlan closes his left eye with the prettiest straight left I ever seen. He wasn"t tryin" to knock this big stiff out, he was deliberately cuttin" him to pieces in a most cold, workmanlike manner.
Miss Vincent is smilin" now and the other dame--is not! Potts"s mouth is open about five yards and he looks like he don"t know whether to call the police or go back to the box office for a better seat. Then the Kid starts backin" friend Brown-Smith all over the place, shootin"
lefts and rights at him so fast that I bet he thought it was rainin"
wallops. He begins to register yellah--he gazes around wildly at Genaro and Genaro reaches for the whistle so"s Brown-Smith can quit, but Miss Vincent sees him reach for it and she knocks it out of his hand! Genaro looks hard at her and yells to the camera men to keep turnin" the cranks. Potts starts over, stops, shakes his shoulders and turns his back.
Then the Kid tips back Brown-Smith"s head with a lightnin" right hook and drops him with a left to the jaw.
They stopped the cameras and everybody give a hand in bringin" the dashin" Brown-Smith back to the Golden West again. Everybody but me, the Kid and Miss Vincent. The Kid walks over to Potts and stares at him.
"Well," he says. "I guess I"m through after that, eh?"
Potts slaps him on the back.
"Hardly!" he grins. "That was the greatest piece of acting I ever saw before a camera!"
Genaro runs up and grabs the Kid"s hand.
"Wonderful!" he hollers. "Magnificenta! You are what you calla the true artiste, Meester Kid Scanlan! That picture she will be the talka of the country! She"sa maka me famous!"
"Yeh?" says the Kid. He turns to me and waves over to where Brown-Smith is recognizin" relatives and close friends. "That guy has an awful good left!" he says. He thinks for a minute. "D"ye know," he goes on, "that hick was _tryin"_, at that!"
I see Miss Vincent talkin" to Potts and all of a sudden he throws up his hands and stares over at Brown-Smith.
"What?" he hollers. "Impossible!"
Then he slaps his hands together and laughs out loud.
"Oh!" he says, holdin" his sides. "This is too much! Ha, ha, ha!"
"What"s the joke?" I asks Miss Vincent.
"It"s more of a tragedy!" she says, kinda hysterical like she was glad it was all over. "That man is no more Brown-Smith than you are. He"s Albert Ellington LaRue, who five years ago was the biggest moving picture leading man in the country! Why, he got hundreds of letters every day from poor, foolish little girls who grew dizzy watching him foil villains in five reels a week. He inherited some money--quite a lot, I believe, and suddenly vanished from the screen, turning up as Brown-Smith here last year. But he simply could not resist the call of his vanity to come back once more as the dashing hero of the film. He had planned to step into this picture, turn the tables in the fight with Mr. Scanlan, who he thought was an actor and not a pugilist, and thus come back to the movies in a blaze of glory! He told me he had two press agents awaiting the word to flash his coup all over the country. He thought it would make a great story!" She stopped and laughed. "It will!" she goes on. "Think of the matinee girls when they see their darling Albert back in the flash once more and being unmercifully beaten by a man thirty pounds lighter and inches smaller than him!"