and similar rubbish. And the gang--a mighty mixed lot--was scribblin"
in little books and watchin" each other as if they was afraid of havin"
their pockets picked; though, to look at "em, you"d have guessed the biggest part had nothin" in their pockets but holes.
"The six-foot checkerboard--who, it turned out, answered to the hail of "Mike"--seemed to be right at home with the gang. He called most of "em by their first names and went sa.s.shayin" around, weltin" "em on the back and tellin" "em how he"d "put crimps in the bookies rolls t"other day,"
and a lot more stuff that they seemed to understand, but was hog Greek to me and Jonadab. He"d forgot us altogether which was a mercy the way I looked at it, and I steered the Cap"n over into a corner and we come to anchor on a couple of rickety chairs.
""What--why--what kind of a place IS this, Barzilla?" whispers Jonadab, scared.
""Sh-h-h!" says I. "Land knows. Just set quiet and hang on to your watch."
""But--but I want to find Kelly," says he.
""I"d give somethin" to find a back door," says I. "Ain"t this a collection of dock rats though! If this is a part of your dream, Jonadab, I wish you"d turn over and wake up. Oh land! here"s one murderer headin" this way. Keep your change in your fist and keep the fist shut."
"A more"n average rusty peep, with a rubber collar on and no necktie, comes slinkin" over to us. He had a smile like a crack in a plate.
""Say, gents," he says, "have you made your bets yet? I"ve got a dead straight line on the handicap," says he, "and I"ll put you next for a one spot. It"s a sure t"ing at fifteen to three. What do you say?"
"I didn"t say nuthin"; but that fool dream was rattlin" round in Jonadab"s skull like a bean in a blowgun, and he sees a chance for a shot.
""See here, mister," he says. "Can you tell me where to locate Mr.
Kelly?"
""Who--Pete?" says the feller. "Oh, he ain"t in just now. But about that handicap. I like the looks of youse and I"ll let youse in for a dollar.
Or, seein" it"s you, we"ll say a half. Only fifty cents. I wouldn"t do better for my own old man," he says.
"While the Cap"n was tryin" to unravel one end of this gibberish I spoke up prompt.
""Say," says I, "tell me this, will you? Is the Kelly who owns this--this palace, named Jimmie--James, I mean?"
""Naw," says he. "Sure he ain"t. It"s Pete Kelly, of course--Silver Pete. But what are you givin" us? Are you bettin" on the race, or ain"t you?"
"Well, Jonadab understood that. He bristled up like a brindled cat.
If there"s any one thing the Cap"n is down on, it"s gamblin" and such--always exceptin" when he knows he"s won already. You"ve seen that kind, maybe.
""Young feller," he says, perkish, "I want you to know that me and my friend ain"t the bettin" kind. What sort of a hole IS this, anyway?"
"The rubber collared critter backed off, lookin" worried. He goes acrost the room, and I see him talkin" to two or three other thieves as tough as himself. And they commenced to stare at us and scowl.
""Come on," I whispered to Jonadab. "Let"s get out of this place while we can. There ain"t no Jimmie Kelly here, or if there is you don"t want to find him."
"He was as willin" to make tracks as I was, by this time, and we headed for the door in the part.i.tion. But Rubber Collar and some of the others got acrost our bows.
""Cut it out," says one of "em. "You can"t get away so easy. Hi, Frank!
Frank! Who let these turnip pullers in here, anyhow? Who are they?"
"The chap who was tendin" door comes out of his coop. "You"ve got me,"
he says. "They come in with Big Mike, and he was loaded and sc.r.a.ppy and jammed "em through. Said they was pals of his. Where is he?"
"There was a hunt for Mike, and, when they got his bearin"s, there he was keeled over on a bench, breathin" like an escape valve. And an admiral"s salute wouldn"t have woke him up. The whole crew was round us by this time, some ugly, and the rest laffin" and carryin" on.
""It"s the Barkwurst gang," says one.
""It"s old Bark himself," says another. "Look at them lace curtains."
And he points to Jonadab"s whiskers.
""This one"s Jacobs in disguise," sings out somebody else. "You can tell him by the Rube get-up. Haw! haw!"
""Soak "em! Do "em up! Don"t let "em out!" hollers a ha"f dozen more.
"Jonadab was game; I"ll say that for him. And I hadn"t been second mate in my time for nothin".
""Take your hands off me!" yells the Cap"n. "I come in here to find a man I"m lookin" for, James Kelly it was, and--You would, would you!
Stand by, Barzilla!"
"I stood by. Rubber Collar got one from me that made him remember home and mother, I"ll bet. Anyhow, my knuckles ached for two days afterwards.
And Jonadab was just as busy. But I cal"late we"d have been ready for the oven in another five minutes if the door hadn"t bu"st open with a bang, and a loud dressed chap, with the sweat pourin" down his face, come tearin" in.
""Beat it, fellers!" he yells. "The place is goin" to be pinched. I"ve just had the tip, and they"re right on top of me."
"THEN there was times. Everybody was shoutin" and swearin" and fallin"
over each other to get out. I was kind of lost in the shuffle, and the next thing I remember for sartin is settin" up on Rubber Collar"s stomach and lookin" foggy at the door, where the loud dressed man was wrestlin" with a policeman. And there was police at the windows and all around.
"Well, don"t talk! I got up, resurrects Jonadab from under a heap of gamblers and furniture, and makes for harbor in our old corner. The police was mighty busy, especially a fat, round-faced, red-mustached man, with gold bands on his cap and arms, that the rest called "Cap"n."
Him and the loud dressed chap who"d give the alarm was talkin" earnest close to us.
""I can"t help it, Pete," says the police cap"n. ""Twas me or the Vice Suppression crowd. They"ve been on to you for two weeks back. I only just got in ahead of "em as it was. No, you"ll have to go along with the rest and take your chances. Quiet now, everybody, or you"ll get it harder," he roars, givin" orders like the skipper of a pa.s.senger boat.
"Stand in line and wait your turns for the wagon."
"Jonadab grabbed me by the wrist. He was pale and shakin" all over.
""Oh, Lordy!" says he, "we"re took up. Will we have to go to jail, do you think?"
""I don"t know," I says, disgusted. "I presume likely we will. Did you dream anything like this? You"d better see if you can"t dream yourself out now." Twas rubbin" it in, but I was mad.
""Oh! oh!" says he, flappin" his hands. "And me a deacon of the church!
Will folks know it, do you think?"
""Will they know it! Sounds as if they knew it already. Just listen to that."
"The first wagon full of prizes was bein" loaded in down at the front door, and the crowd outside was cheerin" "em. Judgin" by the whoops and hurrahs there wa"n"t no less than a million folks at the show, and they was gettin" the wuth of admission.
""Oh, dear!" groans Jonadab. "And it"ll be in the papers and all! I can"t stand this."
"And afore I could stop him he"d run over and tackled the head policeman.
""Mister--Mister Cap"n," he says, pantin", "there"s been a mistake, an awful mis--take--"
""That"s right," says the police cap"n, "there has. Six or eight of you tin horns got clear. But--" Then he noticed who was speakin" to him and his mouth dropped open like a hatch. "Well, saints above!" he says.