Part 6 (1/2)
”'Humph!' he says, again. 'You lost five hundred and I've paid you five hundred and five. What's the five for?'
”'That's my commission on the sales,' I says.
”And just then comes a hail from outside the shanty. Out we bolted and there was Sam Davis, just steppin' ash.o.r.e from his power boat.
Williams's housekeeper had strained a p'int and had shaded her orders by a couple of days.
”Williams and Sam started for home right off. I followed in the Shootin'
Star, havin' borrered gasoline enough for the run. I reached the dock ha'f an hour after they did, and there was Fatty waitin' for me.
”'Berry,' says he, 'I've got a word or two to say to you. I ain't kickin' at your givin' me t.i.t for tat, or tryin' to. Turn about's fair play, if you can call the turn. But it's against my principles to allow anybody to beat me on a business deal. Do you suppose,' he says, 'that I'd have paid your robber's prices without a word if I hadn't had somethin' up my sleeve? Why, man,' says he, 'I gave you my CHECKS, not cash. And I've just telephoned to the Wellmouth Bank to stop payment on those checks. They're no earthly use to you; see? There's one or two things about high finance that you don't know even yet. Ho, ho!'
”And he rocked back and forth on his heels and laughed.
”I held up my hand. 'Wait a jiffy, Mr. Williams,' says I. 'I guess these checks are all right. When we fust landed on Woodchuck, I judged by the looks of the shanty that Baker hadn't left it for good. I cal'lated he'd be back. And sure enough he come back, in his catboat, on Thursday evenin', after you'd turned in. Them checks was payable to ”Bearer,”
you remember, so I give 'em to him. He was to cash 'em in the fust thing Friday mornin', and I guess you'll find he's done it.'”
”Well, I swan to MAN!” interrupted the astonished and delighted Phinney.
”So you had him after all! And I was scart you'd lost every cent.”
Captain Sol chuckled. ”Yes,” he went on, ”I had him, and his eyes and mouth opened together.
”'WHAT?' he bellers. 'Do you mean to say that a boat stopped at that dummed island and DIDN'T TAKE US OFF?'
”'Oh,' says I, 'Darius didn't feel called on to take you off, not after I told him who you was. You see, Mr. Williams,' I says, 'Darius Baker was my partner in that wheat speculation I was tellin' you about.'”
The Captain drew a long breath and re-lit his cigar, which had gone out.
His friend pounded the settee ecstatically.
”There!” he cried. ”I knew the name 'Darius Baker' wa'n't so strange to me. When was you and him in partners, Sol?”
”Oh, 'way back in the old days, afore I went to sea at all, and afore mother died. You wouldn't remember much about it. Mother and I was livin' in Trumet then and our house here was shut up. I was only a kid, or not much more, and Williams was young, too.”
”And that's the way he made his money! HIM! Why, he's the most respected man in this neighborhood, and goes to church, and--”
”Yes. Well, if you make money ENOUGH you can always be respected--by some kinds of people--and find some church that'll take you in. Ain't that so, Bailey?”
Captain St.i.tt and his cousin, Obed Gott, the paint dealer, were standing in the doorway of the station. They now entered.
”I guess it's so,” replied St.i.tt, pulling up a chair, ”though I don't know what you was talkin' about. However, it's a pretty average safe bet that what you say is so, Sol, 'most any time. What's the special 'so,'
this time?”
”We was talkin' about Mr. Williams,” began Phinney.
”The Grand Panjandrum of East Harniss,” broke in the depot master. ”East Harniss is blessed with a great man, Bailey, and, like consider'ble many blessin's he ain't entirely unmixed.”
Obed and Simeon looked puzzled, but Captain St.i.tt bounced in his chair like a good-natured rubber ball. ”Ho! ho!” he chuckled, ”you don't surprise me, Sol. We had a great man over to South Orham three years ago and he begun by blessin's and ended with--with t'other thing. Ho! ho!”
”What do you mean?” demanded Sim.