"I"ve heard it was," says Caligula. "But I reckon I wouldn"t. I can polish my fingernails all they need myself."
II
After breakfast we went out on the front porch, lighted up two of the landlord"s _flor de upas_ perfectos, and took a look at Georgia.
The installment of scenery visible to the eye looked mighty poor. As far as we could see was red hills all washed down with gullies and scattered over with patches of piny woods. Blackberry bushes was all that kept the rail fences from falling down. About fifteen miles over to the north was a little range of well-timbered mountains.
That town of Mountain Valley wasn"t going. About a dozen people permeated along the sidewalks; but what you saw mostly was rain-barrels and roosters, and boys poking around with sticks in piles of ashes made by burning the scenery of Uncle Tom shows.
And just then there pa.s.ses down on the other side of the street a high man in a long black coat and a beaver hat. All the people in sight bowed, and some crossed the street to shake hands with him; folks came out of stores and houses to holler at him; women leaned out of windows and smiled; and all the kids stopped playing to look at him. Our landlord stepped out on the porch and bent himself double like a carpenter"s rule, and sung out, "Good-morning, Colonel," when he was a dozen yards gone by.
"And is that Alexander, pa?" says Caligula to the landlord; "and why is he called great?"
"That, gentlemen," says the landlord, "is no less than Colonel Jackson T. Rockingham, the president of the Sunrise & Edenville Tap Railroad, mayor of Mountain Valley, and chairman of the Perry County board of immigration and public improvements."
"Been away a good many years, hasn"t he?" I asked.
"No, sir; Colonel Rockingham is going down to the post-office for his mail. His fellow-citizens take pleasure in greeting him thus every morning. The colonel is our most prominent citizen. Besides the height of the stock of the Sunrise & Edenville Tap Railroad, he owns a thousand acres of that land across the creek. Mountain Valley delights, sir, to honor a citizen of such worth and public spirit."
For an hour that afternoon Caligula sat on the back of his neck on the porch and studied a newspaper, which was unusual in a man who despised print. When he was through he took me to the end of the porch among the sunlight and drying dish-towels. I knew that Caligula had invented a new graft. For he chewed the ends of his mustache and ran the left catch of his suspenders up and down, which was his way.
"What is it now?" I asks. "Just so it ain"t floating mining stocks or raising Pennsylvania pinks, we"ll talk it over."
"Pennsylvania pinks? Oh, that refers to a coin-raising scheme of the Keystoners. They burn the soles of old women"s feet to make them tell where their money"s hid."
Caligula"s words in business was always few and bitter.
"You see them mountains," said he, pointing. "And you seen that colonel man that owns railroads and cuts more ice when he goes to the post-office than Roosevelt does when he cleans "em out. What we"re going to do is to kidnap the latter into the former, and inflict a ransom of ten thousand dollars."
"Illegality," says I, shaking my head.
"I knew you"d say that," says Caligula. "At first sight it does seem to jar peace and dignity. But it don"t. I got the idea out of that newspaper. Would you commit aspersions on a equitable graft that the United States itself has condoned and indorsed and ratified?"
"Kidnapping," says I, "is an immoral function in the derogatory list of the statutes. If the United States upholds it, it must be a recent enactment of ethics, along with race suicide and rural delivery."
"Listen," says Caligula, "and I"ll explain the case set down in the papers. Here was a Greek citizen named Burd.i.c.k Harris," says he, "captured for a graft by Africans; and the United States sends two gunboats to the State of Tangiers and makes the King of Morocco give up seventy thousand dollars to Raisuli."
"Go slow," says I. "That sounds too international to take in all at once. It"s like "thimble, thimble, who"s got the naturalization papers?""
""Twas press despatches from Constantinople," says Caligula. "You"ll see, six months from now. They"ll be confirmed by the monthly magazines; and then it won"t be long till you"ll notice "em alongside the photos of the Mount Pelee eruption photos in the while-you-get-your-hair-cut weeklies. It"s all right, Pick. This African man Raisuli hides Burd.i.c.k Harris up in the mountains, and advertises his price to the governments of different nations. Now, you wouldn"t think for a minute," goes on Caligula, "that John Hay would have chipped in and helped this graft along if it wasn"t a square game, would you?"
"Why, no," says I. "I"ve always stood right in with Bryan"s policies, and I couldn"t consciously say a word against the Republican administration just now. But if Harris was a Greek, on what system of international protocols did Hay interfere?"
"It ain"t exactly set forth in the papers," says Caligula. "I suppose it"s a matter of sentiment. You know he wrote this poem, "Little Breeches"; and them Greeks wear little or none. But anyhow, John Hay sends the Brooklyn and the Olympia over, and they cover Africa with thirty-inch guns. And then Hay cables after the health of the _persona grata_. "And how are they this morning?" he wires. "Is Burd.i.c.k Harris alive yet, or Mr. Raisuli dead?" And the King of Morocco sends up the seventy thousand dollars, and they turn Burd.i.c.k Harris loose. And there"s not half the hard feelings among the nations about this little kidnapping matter as there was about the peace congress. And Burd.i.c.k Harris says to the reporters, in the Greek language, that he"s often heard about the United States, and he admires Roosevelt next to Raisuli, who is one of the whitest and most gentlemanly kidnappers that he ever worked alongside of. So you see, Pick," winds up Caligula, "we"ve got the law of nations on our side. We"ll cut this colonel man out of the herd, and corral him in them little mountains, and stick up his heirs and a.s.signs for ten thousand dollars."
"Well, you seldom little red-headed territorial terror," I answers, "you can"t bluff your uncle Tec.u.mseh Pickens! I"ll be your company in this graft. But I mis...o...b.. if you"ve absorbed the inwardness of this Burd.i.c.k Harris case, Calig; and if on any morning we get a telegram from the Secretary of State asking about the health of the scheme, I propose to acquire the most propinquitous and celeritous mule in this section and gallop diplomatically over into the neighboring and peaceful nation of Alabama."
III
Me and Caligula spent the next three days investigating the bunch of mountains into which we proposed to kidnap Colonel Jackson T.
Rockingham. We finally selected an upright slice of topography covered with bushes and trees that you could only reach by a secret path that we cut out up the side of it. And the only way to reach the mountain was to follow up the bend of a branch that wound among the elevations.
Then I took in hand an important subdivision of the proceedings. I went up to Atlanta on the train and laid in a two-hundred-and-fifty-dollar supply of the most gratifying and efficient lines of grub that money could buy. I always was an admirer of viands in their more palliative and revised stages. Hog and hominy are not only inartistic to my stomach, but they give indigestion to my moral sentiments. And I thought of Colonel Jackson T. Rockingham, president of the Sunrise & Edenville Tap Railroad, and how he would miss the luxury of his home fare as is so famous among wealthy Southerners. So I sunk half of mine and Caligula"s capital in as elegant a layout of fresh and canned provisions as Burd.i.c.k Harris or any other professional kidnappee ever saw in a camp.
I put another hundred in a couple of cases of Bordeaux, two quarts of cognac, two hundred Havana regalias with gold bands, and a camp stove and stools and folding cots. I wanted Colonel Rockingham to be comfortable; and I hoped after he gave up the ten thousand dollars he would give me and Caligula as good a name for gentlemen and entertainers as the Greek man did the friend of his that made the United States his bill collector against Africa.
When the goods came down from Atlanta, we hired a wagon, moved them up on the little mountain, and established camp. And then we laid for the colonel.
We caught him one morning about two miles out from Mountain Valley, on his way to look after some of his burnt umber farm land. He was an elegant old gentleman, as thin and tall as a trout rod, with frazzled shirt-cuffs and specs on a black string. We explained to him, brief and easy, what we wanted; and Caligula showed him, careless, the handle of his forty-five under his coat.
"What?" says Colonel Rockingham. "Bandits in Perry County, Georgia! I shall see that the board of immigration and public improvements hears of this!"
"Be so unfoolhardy as to climb into that buggy," says Caligula, "by order of the board of perforation and public depravity. This is a business meeting, and we"re anxious to adjourn _sine qua non_."
We drove Colonel Rockingham over the mountain and up the side of it as far as the buggy could go. Then we tied the horse, and took our prisoner on foot up to the camp.
"Now, colonel," I says to him, "we"re after the ransom, me and my partner; and no harm will come to you if the King of Mor--if your friends send up the dust. In the mean time we are gentlemen the same as you. And if you give us your word not to try to escape, the freedom of the camp is yours."
"I give you my word," says the colonel.
"All right," says I; "and now it"s eleven o"clock, and me and Mr. Polk will proceed to inculcate the occasion with a few well-timed trivialities in the way of grub."
"Thank you," says the colonel; "I believe I could relish a slice of bacon and a plate of hominy."
"But you won"t," says I emphatic. "Not in this camp. We soar in higher regions than them occupied by your celebrated but repulsive dish."
While the colonel read his paper, me and Caligula took off our coats and went in for a little luncheon _de luxe_ just to show him. Caligula was a fine cook of the Western brand. He could toast a buffalo or frica.s.see a couple of steers as easy as a woman could make a cup of tea. He was gifted in the way of knocking together edibles when haste and muscle and quant.i.ty was to be considered. He held the record west of the Arkansas River for frying pancakes with his left hand, broiling venison cutlets with his right, and skinning a rabbit with his teeth at the same time. But I could do things _en ca.s.serole_ and _a la creole_, and handle the oil and tobasco as gently and nicely as a French _chef_.
So at twelve o"clock we had a hot lunch ready that looked like a banquet on a Mississippi River steamboat. We spread it on the tops of two or three big boxes, opened two quarts of the red wine, set the olives and a canned oyster c.o.c.ktail and a ready-made Martini by the colonel"s plate, and called him to grub.
Colonel Rockingham drew up his campstool, wiped off his specs, and looked at the things on the table. Then I thought he was swearing; and I felt mean because I hadn"t taken more pains with the victuals. But he wasn"t; he was asking a blessing; and me and Caligula hung our heads, and I saw a tear drop from the colonel"s eye into his c.o.c.ktail.
I never saw a man eat with so much earnestness and application--not hastily, like a grammarian, or one of the ca.n.a.l, but slow and appreciative, like a anaconda, or a real _vive bonjour_.
In an hour and a half the colonel leaned back. I brought him a pony of brandy and his black coffee, and set the box of Havana regalias on the table.
"Gentlemen," says he, blowing out the smoke and trying to breathe it back again, "when we view the eternal hills and the smiling and beneficent landscape, and reflect upon the goodness of the Creator who--"
"Excuse me, colonel," says I, "but there"s some business to attend to now"; and I brought out paper and pen and ink and laid "em before him.
"Who do you want to send to for the money?" I asks.
"I reckon," says he, after thinking a bit, "to the vice-president of our railroad, at the general offices of the Company in Edenville."
"How far is it to Edenville from here?" I asked.