Part 21 (2/2)
Resolutions had already been pa.s.sed, the Convention as a body thanking Luck Lindsay for the privilege of seeing what was in their judgment the greatest Western picture that had ever been produced. The chairman made a little speech about the pleasure and the privilege, and presented Luck with a letter of endors.e.m.e.nt and signed with due formality by chairman and secretary and sealed with the official seal. Attached to the letter was a copy of the vote of thanks, and you may imagine how Luck smiled when he saw that!
He stayed a little while, and during the recess which presently was called he shook hands with many an old-timer whose name stood for a good deal in the great State of Texas. Then he left them, still smiling over what he called his good luck, and wired a copy of the letter of endors.e.m.e.nt to all the trade journals, to be incorporated in his full-page advertising. By another stroke of luck he caught most of the trade journals before their forms closed for the next issue, so that _The Phantom Herd_ was speedily heralded throughout the profession as the first really authentic Western drama ever produced. By still another stroke of what he called luck, an a.s.sociated Press man found him out, and was pleased to ask him many questions and to make a few notes; and Luck, wise to the value of publicity, answered the questions and saw to it that the notes recorded interesting facts.
That evening Luck, feeling that he had reached the last mile-post on the road to success, hunted up a few old-timers who appealed to him most as true types of the range, and gave them a dinner in a certain place which he knew was run by an old round-up cook. There was nothing about that dinner which would have appealed to a cabaret crowd. They talked of the old days when Luck was a lad, those old-timers; they talked of trail-herds and of droughts and of floods and blizzards and range wars and the market prices of beef ”on the hoof.” They called in the old round-up cook and cursed him companionably as one of themselves, and remembered that more than one of them had run when he pounded the bottom of a frying pan and hollered ”Come and get it!” They ate and they smoked and they talked and talked and talked, until Luck had to indulge himself in a taxi if he would not miss the eleven o'clock train north. His only regret, in spite of the fact that he was practically and familiarly broke again, was that circ.u.mstances did not permit the Happy Family to sit with him at that table. Especially did he regret not having old Applehead and the dried little man with him that night to make his gathering complete.
CHAPTER TWENTY
”SHE'S SHAPING UP LIKE A BANK ROLL”
”Well,” said Luck to the Happy Family, ”we've come this far along the trail, and now I'm stuck again. Bank won't loan any more on the camera, and I've got a dollar and six bits to market _The Phantom Herd_ with!
Everything's fine so far; she's advertised,--or will be when the magazines come out,--and she's got some good press notices to back her up; but she ain't outa the woods yet. I've got to raise some money somehow. I hate to ask poor old Applehead--”
”Pore old Applehead, my granny!” bawled Big Medicine, laughing his big _haw-haw._ ”Pore ole Applehead's sure steppin' high these days. He'd mortgage his ranch and feel like a millionaire, by cripes! His ole Come-Paddy cat jest natcherally walloped the tar outa Shunky Cheestely, and Applehead seen him doin' it. Come-Paddy, he's hangin' out in the house now, by cripes, 'cept when he takes a sashay down to the stable lookin' fer more. And Shunky, he's bedded down under the Ketch-all, when he ain't hittin' fer the tall timber with his tail clamped down between his legs. Honest to grandma, Luck, you couldn't hit Applehead at a better time. He'll borry money er do anything yuh care to ask, except shut up that there cat uh hisn.”
”Well, luck may come my way; I'll just sit tight a few days and see,”
said Luck. ”When that positive film comes, I'll have to rustle money somewhere to get it outa the express office, so we can make more prints. And--”
”And grind our daylights out again on that there drum that never does git wound up?” groaned Big Medicine, and felt his biceps tenderly.
”We won't rush the next job quite so hard,” Luck soothed, perfectly amiable and easy to live with, now that the worst was over. ”We made a darn good set of prints, just the same; boys, you oughta seen that picture! I've a good mind to get some house here in town to run it; say, I might raise some money that way, if I can't do it any other.” And then his enthusiasm cooled. ”Town isn't big enough for a long-enough run,” he considered disgustedly. ”I'm past the two-bit stage of the game now.”
”Well, you ask Applehead to raise the money,” advised Weary. ”Or one of us will write to Chip for some. Mamma! The world's full of money! Seems like it ought to be easy to get hold of some.”
”It is--but it ain't,” Luck stated somewhat ambiguously, and turned the talk to his meeting with the old-timers, and prepared to ”sit tight” and wait for his G.o.d Good Luck to smile upon him.
The smile arrived at noon the next day, in the form of a wire from Philadelphia. Luck read it and gave a whoop of joy quite at variance with his usual surface calm.
Can Offer You Fifteen Hundred Dollars for Pennsylvania Rights The Phantom Herd Usual Ten Cents Per Foot Positive Prints if Accepted Wire at Once and s.h.i.+p to This Point
RJ Crittenden
”I hollered too soon,” groaned Luck, when he had read it the second time, pus.h.i.+ng back his hair distractedly. ”How the devil am I going to send him any positive prints at ten cents a foot or ten cents an inch or any other price? Till I get that s.h.i.+pment of positive, I can't fill any orders at all! And until I begin to fill orders, I can't realize on the film. Can you beat that? I'll have to wire him to wait, and that's two thousand dollars tied up!”
”Aw, gwan!” Happy Jack croaked argumentatively. ”Why don't you send him what you took to the Convention?”
Luck stared at Happy stupefied before he said a word. ”Say, Miguel, you saddle your ridge-runner while I get ready to take this wire hack to town and send it off,” he snapped, preparing to write. ”Sure, I'll send that set of prints! Happy, you can go to the head of the cla.s.s. Now it's only a case of sit tight till the money comes. The prints are packed and in the bank vault, so I'll just get them out and send them C.O.D. to Mr. Crittenden, along with the states rights contract. How's that for luck, boys?”
”Pretty good--for Luck,” grinned Andy meaningly. ”Fly at it, you coming millionaire!”
”Just a case of sit tight, boys. _Adios!”_ cried Luck jubilantly as he hurried away.
Once start along a smooth trail, and everything seems to conspire toward a pleasant trip. To prove it, Luck found another telegram waiting for him in Albuquerque. This was from Martinson, and might be interpreted as an apology more or less abject. Certainly it was an urgent request that he return immediately to Los Angeles and to his old place at the Acme, and produce Western pictures under no supervision whatever.
Luck gave a little chuckle when he pocketed that message, but he did not send any answer. He meant to wait and talk it over with the boys first.
”Better proposition than before,” Martinson said. Well, perhaps it would be best to look into it; Luck was too experienced to believe that one success means permanent success; there are too many risks for the free lance to run when a single failure means financial annihilation. If the Acme would come to his terms, it might be to his advantage to take his boys back and accept this peace-offering. At any rate, he appreciated to the full the triumph they had scored.
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