Into the latter Hawkins made his way, while I loitered without.
Hawkins seemed to be upon good terms with the coal people. He and the men in the office were laughing genially.
Through the open window I heard Hawkins file his order for four tons of coal. Later some one said: "Splendid, Mr. Hawkins, splendid."
Then somebody else said: "No, there seems to be no flaw in any particular."
And still later, the first voice announced that they would make the first payment one week from to-day, at which Hawkins" voice rose with a sort of pompous joy.
I paid very little heed to the sc.r.a.ps of conversation; but presently I paid considerable attention to Hawkins, for while he had entered the coal office a well-developed man, he emerged apparently deformed.
His chest seemed to have expanded something over a foot, and his nose had attained an elevation that pointed his gaze straight to the skies.
"Good gracious, Hawkins, what is it?" I asked. "Have they been inflating you with gas in there?"
"I beg pardon?"
"What has happened to swell your bosom? Is it the first payment?"
"Oh, you heard that, did you?" said the inventor, with a condescending smile. "Yes, Griggs, I may confess to some slight satisfaction in that payment. It is a matter of one thousand dollars--from the coal people, you know."
"But what for? Have you threatened to invent something for them, and now are exacting blackmail to desist?"
"Tush, Griggs, tush!" responded Hawkins. "Do make some attempt to subdue that inane wit. I fancy you"ll feel rather cheap hearing that that thousand dollars is the first payment on something I have invented!"
"What!"
"Certainly. I am selling the patent to these people. It is the Hawkins Crano-Scale!"
"Crano-Scale?" I reflected. "What is it? A hair tonic?"
"Now, that is about the deduction your mental apparatus would make!"
sneered the inventor.
"But can it be possible that you have constructed something that actually works?" I cried. "And you"ve sold it--actually sold it?"
"I have sold it, and there"s no "actually" about it!"
And Hawkins stalked majestically away through the arch and into the yard beyond.
The idea of one of Hawkins" inventions actually in practical operation was almost too weird for conception. He must be heading for it; and if it existed I must see it.
I followed.
Hawkins strode to the rear of the yard without turning. About us on every side were high wooden walls, the storage bins of the company.
Up the side of one wall ran a ladder, and Hawkins commenced the perpendicular ascent with the same matter-of-fact air that one would wear in walking up-stairs.
"What are you doing that for? Exercise?" I called, when he paused some twenty-five feet in the air.
"If you wish to see the Crano-Scale at work, follow me. If not, stay where you are," replied Hawkins.
Then he resumed his upward course; and having put something like thirty-five feet between his person and the solid earth, he vanished through a black doorway.
Climbing a straight ladder usually sets my hair on end; but this one I tackled without hesitation, and in a very few seconds stood before the door.
In the semi-darkness, I perceived that a wide ledge ran around the wall inside, and that Hawkins was standing upon it, gazing upon the hundreds of tons of coal below, and having something the effect of the Old Nick himself glaring down into the pit.
"There she is!" said the inventor laconically, pointing across the gulf.
I made my way to his side and stared through the gloom.
Something seemed to loom up over there.
Presently, as my eyes grew accustomed to the change, I perceived the arm of a huge crane, from which was suspended an enormous scoop.
"You mean that mastodonic coal-scuttle?" I inquired.
"Precisely. That"s the Hawkins Crano-Scale."
"And what does she do when she--er--crano-scales things, as it were?"
"You"ll be able to understand in a moment. That coal-scuttle, as you call it, is large enough to hold four tons. See? Well, the people in the yard are going to want two tons of coal very shortly. What do they do?"
"Take it out, weigh it, and send it," I hazarded.
"Not at all. They simply adjust the controlling apparatus to the two-ton point, and set the Crano-Scale going. The scoop dips down, picks up exactly two tons of coal, and rises automatically as soon as the two tons are in. After that the crane swings outward, dumps the coal in the wagon, and there you have it--weighed and all! It has been in operation here for one month," Hawkins concluded complacently.
"And no one killed or maimed? No Crano-Scale widows or orphans?"
"Oh, Griggs, you are--Ha! She"s starting!"
The Crano-Scale emitted an ear-piercing shriek. The big steel crane was in motion.
I watched the thing. Gracefully the coal-scuttle dipped into the pile of coal, dug for a minute, swung upward again. It turned, pa.s.sed through a big doorway in the side, and we could hear the coal rattling into the wagon.
The Crano-Scale returned and swung ponderously in the twilight.
"There!" cried Hawkins triumphantly.
"It works!" I gasped.
"You bet it works!"
"But it must cost something to run the thing," I suggested.
"Well--er--I"m paying for that part," Hawkins acknowledged, "until I"ve finished perfecting a motor particularly adapted for the Crano-Scale, you see."
I smiled audibly. I think that Hawkins was about to take exception to the smile, but a voice from without bawled loudly: