"We"ll make it twenty-five," says Vee.
And by eleven o"clock Belcher has countered with potatoes at twenty cents.
"Why," gasps Vee, "that"s far less than they cost at wholesale. But we can"t let him beat us. Make ours twenty, too."
"Excuse me, ma"am," puts in one of the Scouts, salutin", "but we"ve run out of potatoes."
"Oh, boy!" says I. "Where do we go from here!"
Vee hesitates only long enough to draw a deep breath.
"Torchy," says she, "I have it. Form your boys into a basket brigade, and buy out Belcher below the market."
Talk about your frenzied finance! Wasn"t that puttin" it over on him!
For two hours, there, we went long on Belcher"s potatoes at twenty, until his supply ran out too. Then he switched to sugar and b.u.t.ter.
Quotations went off as fast as when the bottom drops out of a bull market. All we had to do to hammer down the prices of anything in the food line, whether we had it or not, was to stick out a cut-rate sign--Belcher was sure to go it one better; and when Vee got it far enough below cost, she started her buyin" corps, workin" in customers, clerks, and anybody that was handy. And by night if every fam"ly within five miles hadn"t stocked up on bargain provisions it was their own fault; for if they didn"t have cash of their own Vee was right there with the long-distance credit.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Belcher has come over and is listenin", glarin" hostile at the woman. "It"s Mrs. Burke, the one whose sons are in the army,"
whispers Vee."]
"I"ll bet you"ve got old Belcher frothin" through his ears," says I.
"I hope so," says Vee.
The followin" Monday, though, he comes back at her with his big push. He had the whole front of his store plastered with below-cost bulletins.
"Pooh!" says Vee. "I can have signs like that painted, too."
And she did. It didn"t bother her a bit if her stock ran out. She kept up on the cut-rate game, and when people asked for things she didn"t have she just sent "em to Belcher"s.
Maybe you saw what some of the papers printed. Course, they joshed the ladies more or less, but also they played up a peppery interview with Belcher which got him in bad with everybody. Vee wasn"t so pleased at the publicity stuff, but she didn"t squeal.
What was worryin" me some was how soon the grand smash was comin". I knew that the campaign fund had been whittled into considerable, and now that prices had been slashed there was no chance for profits.
It was botherin" Vee some, too, for she"d promised not to a.s.sess the League members again unless she could show "em where they were comin"
out. By the middle of the week things looked squally. Belcher had given out word that he meant to bust up this fool woman"s opposition, if it took his last cent.
Then, here the other night, I comes home to find Vee wearin" a satisfied grin. As I comes in she jumps up from her desk and waves a check at me.
"Look!" says she. "Five thousand! I"ve got it back, Torchy, every dollar."
"Eh?" says I. "You ain"t sold out to Belcher?"
"I should say not," says she. "To the Noonan chain. Mr. Noonan came himself. He"d read about our fight in the newspapers, and said he"d be glad to take it off our hands. He"s been wanting to establish a branch in this district. Five thousand for stock and good will. What do you think of that?"
"I ain"t thinkin"," says I. "I"m just gaspin" for breath. Noonan, eh?
Then I see where Belcher gets off. And if you don"t mind my whisperin"
in your ear, Vee, you"re some whizz."
CHAPTER XIII
LATE RETURNS ON RUPERT
Vee and I were goin" over some old snapshots the other night. It"s done now and then, you know. Not deliberate. I"ll admit that"s a pastime you wouldn"t get all worked up over plannin" ahead for. Tuesday mornin", say, you don"t remark breathless: "I"ll tell you: Sat.u.r.day night at nine-thirty let"s get out them last year"s prints and give "em the comp"ny front."
It don"t happen that way--not with our sketch. What I was grapplin" for in the bottom of the window-seat locker was something different--maybe a marshmallow fork, or a corn-popper, or a catalogue of bath-room fixtures. Anyway, it was something we thought we wanted a lot, when I digs up this alb.u.m of views that Vee took durin" that treasure-huntin"
cruise of ours last winter on the old _Agnes_, with Auntie and Old Hickory and Captain Rupert Killam and the rest of the bunch. I was just tossin" the book one side when a picture slips out, and of course I has to take a squint. Then I chuckles.
"Look!" says I, luggin" it over to where Vee is curled up on the davenport in front of the fireplace. "Remember that?"
A giggle from Vee.
""Auntie enjoying a half-hour eulogy of the dear departed, by Mrs.
Mumford," should be the t.i.tle," says she. "She"d been sound asleep for twenty minutes."
"Which is what you might call good defensive," says I. "But who"s this gazin" over the rail beyond--J. Dudley Simms, or is that a ventilator?"
"Let"s see," says Vee, reachin" for the readin" gla.s.s. "Why, you silly!
That"s Captain Killam."
"Oh!" says I. "Reckless Rupert, the great mind-play hero."
"I wonder what has become of him?" puts in Vee, restin" her chin on the knuckle of her forefinger and starin" into the fire.
"Him?" says I. "Most likely he"s back in St. Petersburg, Florida, all dolled in white flannels, givin" the tin-can tourists a treat. That would be Rupert"s game."
I don"t know as you remember; but, in spite of Killam"s havin" got balled up on the location of this pirate island, and Vee and me havin"
to find it for him, he came in for his share of the loot. Must have been quite a nice little pot for Rupert, too--enough to keep him costumed for his mysterious hero act for a long time, providin" he don"t overdress the part.
Weird combination--Rupert: about 60 per cent. camouflage and the rest solemn b.o.o.b. An ex-school-teacher from some little flag station in middle Illinois, who"d drifted down to the West Coast, and got to be a captain by ownin" an old cruiser that he took fishin" parties out to the grouper banks on. Them was the real facts in the life story of Rupert.
But the picture he threw on the screen of himself must have been something else again--seasoned sailor, hardy adventurer, daredevil explorer, and who knows what else? Catch him in one of his silent, starey moods, with them b.u.t.termilk blue eyes of his opened wide and vacant, and you had the outline. But that"s as far as you"d get. I always thought Rupert himself was a little vague about it, but he would insist on takin" himself so serious. That"s why we never got along well, I expect. To me Rupert was a walkin" joke, except when he got to sleuthin" around Vee and me and made a nuisance of himself.
"How completely people like that drop out of sight sometimes," says Vee, shuttin" up the alb.u.m.
"Yes," says I. "Contrary to old ladies who meet at summer resorts and in department-stores, it"s a sizable world we live in. Thanks be for that, too."
But you never can tell. It ain"t more"n three days later, as I"m breezin through a cross street down in the cloak-and-suit and publishin" house district, when a taxi rolls up to the curb just ahead, and out piles a wide-shouldered gent with freckles on the back of his neck. Course, I don"t let on I can spot anybody I"ve ever known just by a sectional glimpse like that. But this was no common case of freckles. This was a splotchy, spattery system of rust marks, like a bird"s-eye view of the enemy"s trenches after a week of drum fire. Besides, there was the pale carroty hair.
Even then, the braid-bound cutaway and the biscuit-colored spats had me buffaloed. So I slows up until I can get a front view of the party who"s almost tripped himself with the horn-handled walkin"-stick and is havin"
a few last words with someone in the cab. Then I sees the washed out blue eyes, and I know there can"t be any mistake. About then, too, he turns and recognizes me.
"Well, for the love of beans!" says I. "Rupert!"
The funny part of it is that I gets it off as cordial as if I was discoverin" an old trench mate. You know how you will. And, while I can"t say Captain Killam registered any wild joy in his greetin", still he seemed pleased enough. He gives me a real hearty shake.