"Believe _me_ there"s enough in it to make it a financial coup, and I ask you, Prof, isn"t a financial coup respectable?"
"You seem to be morally unfitted to comprehend--"
"Pardon _me_! I"m fitted up regardless with all kinds of fixtures. I"m fixed to undertake anything. Now if you"d prefer the Bunsen Baby Biscuit bunch--why old man Bunsen would come across--"
"I won"t do such things!" I said angrily.
"Very well, very well. Don"t get riled, sir. That"s only one way to build on Fifth Avenoo. I"ve got one hundred thousand other ways--"
"I don"t want to talk to you--"
"They"re honest--some of them. Say, if you want a stric"ly honest deal I"ve got the goods. Only it ain"t as easy and the money ain"t as big--"
"I don"t want to talk to you--"
"Yes you do. You don"t reelize it but you do. Why you"re fixin" to make the holler of your life, ain"t you? What are you goin" to say? Hey?
What you aimin" to say to make those guys set up? What"s the use of up-stagin"? Ain"t you willin" to pay me a few plunks if I _dy_-vulge to you the most startlin" phenomena that has ever electrified civilization sense the era of P.T. Barnum!"
I was already hurrying away when the mention of that great scientist"s name halted me once more.
The little flashy man had been tagging along at my heels, talking cheerfully and volubly all the while; and now, as I halted again, he struck an att.i.tude, legs apart, thumbs hooked in his arm-pits, and his head c.o.c.ked knowingly on one side.
"Prof," he said, "if you"d work in the Tyng-Tyng Company, or fix it up with Bunsen to mention his Baby Biscuits as the most nootritious of condeements, there"d be more in it for you an" me. But it"s up to you."
"Well I won"t!" I retorted.
"Very well, ve-ry well," he said soothingly. "Then look over another line o" samples. No trouble to show "em--none at all, sir! Now if P.T.
Barnum was alive--"
I said very seriously: "The name of that great discoverer falling from your illiterate lips has halted me a second time. His name alone invests your somewhat suspicious conversation with a dignity and authority heretofore conspicuously absent. If, as you hint, you have any scientific information for sale which P.T. Barnum might have considered worth purchasing, you may possibly find in me a client. Proceed, young sir."
"Say, listen, Bo--I mean, Prof. I"ve got the goods. Don"t worry. I"ve got information in my think-box that would make your kick-in speech the event of the century. The question remains, do I get mine?"
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""Say, listen, Bo--I mean, Prof. I"ve got the goods.""]
"What is this scientific information?"
We had now walked as far as Riverside Drive. There were plenty of unoccupied benches. I sat down and he seated himself beside me.
For a few moments I gazed upon the magnificent view. Even he seemed awed by the proportions of the superb iron gas tank dominating the prospect.
I gazed at the colossal advertis.e.m.e.nts across the Hudson, at the freight trains below; I gazed upon the lordly Hudson itself, that majestic sewer which drains the Empire State, bearing within its resistless flood millions of tons of insoluble matter from that magic fairyland which we call "up-state," to the sea. And, thinking of disposal plants, I thought of that sublime paraphrase--"From the Mohawk to the Hudson, and from the Hudson to the Sea."
"Bo," he said, "I gotta hand it to you. Them guys might have got wise if you had worked in the Tyng-Tyng Company or the Bunsen stuff. There was big money into it, but it might not have went."
I waited curiously.
"But this here dope I"m startin" in to cook for you is a straight, reelible, an" hones" pill. P.T. Barnum he would have went a million miles to see what I seen last Janooary down in the Coquina country--"
"Where is that?"
"Say; that"s what costs money to know. When I put you wise I"m due to retire from actyve business. Get me?"
"Go on."
"Sure. I was down to the Coquina country, a-doin"--well, I was doin"
rubes. I gotta be hones" with _you_, Prof. That"s what I was a-doin"
of--sellin" farms under water to suckers. Bee-u-tiful Florida! Own your own orange grove. Seven crops o" strawberries every winter in Gawd"s own country--get me?"
He bestowed upon me a loathsome wink.
"Well, it went big till I made a break and got in Dutch with the Navy Department what was surveyin" the Everglades for a safe and sane harbor of refuge for the navy in time o" war.
"Sir, they was a-dredgin" up the farms I was sellin", an" the suckers heard of it an" squealed somethin" fierce, an" I had to hustle! Yes, sir, I had to git up an" mosey cross-lots. And what with the Federal Gov"ment chasin" me one way an" them rubes an" the sheriff of Pickalocka County racin" me t"other, I got lost for fair--yes, sir."
He smiled reminiscently, produced from his pockets the cold and offensive remains of a partly consumed cigar, and examined it critically. Then he requested a match.
"I shall now pa.s.s over lightly or in subdood silence the painful events of my flight," he remarked, waving his cigar and expelling a long squirt of smoke from his unshaven lips. "Surfice it to say that I got everythin"
that was comin" to me, an" then some, what with snakes and murskeeters, an" briers an" mud, an" hunger an" thirst an" heat. Wasn"t there a wop named Pizarro or somethin" what got lost down in Florida? Well, he"s got nothin" on me. I never want to see the dam" state again. But I"ll go back if _you_ say so!"
His small rat eyes rested musingly upon the river; he sucked thoughtfully at his cigar, hooked one soiled thumb into the armhole of his fancy vest and crossed his legs.
"To resoom," he said cheerily; "I come out one day, half nood, onto the banks of the Miami River. The rest was a pipe after what I had went through.
"I trimmed a guy at Miami, got clothes and railroad fare, an" ducked.
"Now the valyble portion of my discourse is this here partial information concernin" what I seen--or rather what I run onto durin" my crool flight from my ree-lentless persecutors.
"An" these here is the facts: There is, contrary to maps, Coast Survey guys, an" general opinion, a range of hills in Florida, made entirely of coquina.
"It"s a good big range, too, fifty miles long an" anywhere from one to five miles acrost.
"An" what I"ve got to say is this: Into them there Coquina hills there still lives the expirin" remains of the cave-men--"
"What!" I exclaimed incredulously.
"Or," he continued calmly, "to speak more stric"ly, the few individools of that there expirin" race is now totally reduced to a few women."
"Your statement is wild--"
"No; but they"re wild. I seen "em. Bein" extremely bee-utiful I approached nearer, but they hove rocks at me, they did, an" they run into the rocks like squir"ls, they did, an" I was too much on the blink to stick around whistlin" for dearie.
"But I seen "em; they was all dolled up in the skins of wild annermals.
When I see the first one she was eatin" onto a ear of corn, an" I nearly ketched her, but she run like h.e.l.lnall--yes, sir. Just like that.
"So next I looked for some cave guy to waltz up an" paste me, but no. An"
after I had went through them dam" Coquina mountains I realized that there was nary a guy left in this here expirin" race, only women, an"
only about a dozen o" them."