Volume VI Part 31 (1/2)

”The nag was to make his first appearance on Monday, and the last sheet of paper had been put up and the last hand bill disposed of by Sat.u.r.day afternoon.

”'How does she look?' says Cap. to me when I came in.

”'Great,' says I. 'If they ain't tearing the place down to get in on Monday, why my b.u.mp of prophecy has a dent in it.'

”'Let 'em come,' says Cap., looking very much tickled. 'We need the money and we ain't turning n.o.body away. The horse has reached town and will be brought around to-morrow morning; so you make it a point to be on hand to let it and the handler in.'

”I was around bright and early on Sunday morning, and along comes the horse. He was got up in the swellest horse stuff I ever saw--beaded blankets of plush and silk, with his name embroidered on them, and all that kind of goods. The handler was a husky with one lamp and a bad one at that.

”'Where do I put him?' says he.

”'On the top floor,' says I. 'We've got planks on the stairs and a rigging fixed to haul him up by.'

”When we got him safely landed and the glad coverings off, I looked him over.

”'His intellect must sort of tell on him, don't it?' asks I.

”'Why, he is some under weight,' says the fellow in charge.

”'He don't look over-bright to me,' I goes on.

”'He never does on Sundays,' the husky comes back. 'It's sort of an off day with him.'

”Then I went out to lunch and stayed about two hours; when I got back I found a gang of cops and things buzzing all over the place. Cap. was in the office, his plug hat on the back of his head and a cigar in his mouth.

”'What's the trouble?' says I.

”'Had a h.e.l.l of a time around here,' says he. 'I was called up on the 'phone and got down as soon as I could. Just take an observation of that fellow over there.'

”The fellow referred to was the handler of the Talking Horse. His left arm was done up in splints and bandaged from finger-tips to shoulder, and he had a clump of reporters around him about six feet thick.

”'What hit him?' asks I.

”'About everything on the top floor,' says Cap., solemnly. 'The Talking Horse is dead. Mighty Mardo broke out of his showcase about an hour ago, took a couple of half hitches around the Admiral and crushed him to death.'

”'Go 'way!' says I.

”'Sure thing,' says Cap. 'Come up stairs and have a look.'

”We went up and did so. The place was a wreck; the horse was the deadest I ever saw and the constrictor was still twined about him.

”'Why, the snake's pa.s.sed out, too,' says I.

”Cap. folds his hands meekly across his breast in a resigned sort of way.

”'Yes,' says he; 'he, too, was killed in the dreadful struggle. He must have went straight for the Admiral as soon as he got loose. The handler was down in the office, alone, when the uproar started; he came jumping upstairs six steps to the jump and when he sees Mardo putting in that bunch of body holds on his intelligent charge, why, he took a hand. The result was a dead snake for me and a crippled wing for him. When I got here, Doc. Forbes was tying him up,' Cap. goes on rather sorrowful like; 'and when I sees what's happened, I know that I'm a ruined man. So I 'phones for the police and reporters to come down and view my finish.'

”From the way he talked I expected to see him carted home before the hour was up; but he wasn't. As soon as the newspaper fellows cleared out with all the facts of the case in their note-books, Cap. sends for a fellow and puts him right to work fixing up the horse and snake so's they'll keep, and then lays them out.

”Next morning the newspapers slopped over with scare headlines telling of the battle. According to their way of looking at it, the struggles in the arena of old Rome were scared to death in comparison, and modern times did not come anywhere near showing a parallel of the combat between the terrible constrictor and the horse with the human voice. The result of this was that when the time came to open the doors at noon we had to have a squad of police to keep the mob from blocking traffic for squares around. Cap. had changed and doubled the size of his ads. over night.

”The horse was done up in a big black coffin covered with flowers; and the lid with his name, age and wonderful accomplishment engraved upon a plate stood beside him. The remains of Mighty Mardo, stuffed with baled hay and excelsior, were embracing the dead Admiral with monster coils; and the crowds came, gazed, and marveled; then they went forth to tell their friends that they might come and do likewise.

”For weeks the coin came into the box like a spring freshet in the hill country, and Cap. must have kept the bank working after hours; at any rate, he sat around and smoked with a smile so angelic, that, to look at him, one wondered how he could wear it and not drift away into the ethereal blue. It was a good month before the thing lost its pulling power, and when it stopped Cap. had planted the stake that boosted him into the company he now keeps and set him to handling voices that cost thousands of simoleons an hour.

”When all was over, I found time to take the husky, with the damaged fin out and throw a few drinks into him. Then he told me the whole story.