What I want is to see
'em at it once."
The harder you jolt Old Hickory, though, the steadier he gets.
"Huh!" says he, smilin' sarcastic. "An ambition such as yours ought to
be gratified. Take a good look at us, Megrue."
"Wha-a-a-at!" gasps Barney, starin' at him. "You--you don't mean
that--that--"
"Precisely," says Old Hickory. "We are the crack-brained New Yorkers
you are so anxious to see."
Well, when he recovers his breath he does his best to square himself.
He apologizes four different ways, gettin' in deeper with every turn,
until finally he edges towards the stairs and makes his escape.
"At least," remarks Old Hickory, "I suppose it is something to provide
a source of innocent merriment. I trust we are not overlooking anyone
who might wish to be amused."
Before the evenin' was over he had his answer. About eight-thirty out
comes a fast motor-boat and ties up alongside without askin' leave.
Reporters, two of 'em. They climbs up, grinnin' and amiable, specially
the fat one in the tight-fittin' Palm Beach suit. They wanted to know
when we was goin' to start digging and if we'd mind their bringin' out
a movie machine, so one of 'em could get a few hundred feet of film for
a picture news service that he represented.
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