The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1914-08-06

swell, Mike, you're foreman"
you. sir. I'll get you the finest bunch
Of rowdies together that ever tore
down a circus tent"
That night Toad Jessop came home
with purple eye.
IL thought | told you not to fight
with bigger boys than yourself" child
ed Wallingford. surveying the wreck,
with mingled compassion and amuse
ment.
IL wasn't" confessed the defantly
truthful Toad He was one size lit
tier than ME, but he was some fighter
| guess he could nearly lick a man.
He's most licked me-"
What brought on the battle?" asked
Wallingford.
He said you was a crook" explain
ed Toad. and then, with refreshing
candor, "Mebbe he was right. but
what | licked him for was for sayin'
it,
"Who was the boy and what else did
he say?" inquired Wallingford. serious
" interested.
Carrots Saghorn. He's got freckles,
too. but they amt as reny as mine. so
| .ney have to name him after his hair.
Gee. he's good fighter: He won't
wash his hands in the winter time be-
cause it cracks his knuckles.'
Business being business, Wallingford
dismissed, with a chuckle, the vivid
picture Of the red ,streaks cut into the
black hands. What did he say?" he
insisted
"Well, his paw come from Cinder-
burg, an Carrots says that his paw
says that what Big Bill Slammet said
about you was so. an then Carrots
said. his own self. that you was a
crook. an then l smashed him. an he
smashed back. an they made ring
an hollered. only. say, more Of EN-
hollered. Sick i'm. Freckles'-that's
me. you know. Freckles, in this town
than hollered, Sick i'm. Carrots!'
What else did lie say?" Wallingford
was anxious to discover.
"Nothin'," declared Toad Indignantly.
"He didn't have no chance. But, gee,
that kids some fighter: Say! He rubs
snake oil on his muscles every mornin'
to make 'em timber. Ketches the
snakes hisseIf and puts 'em in a bottle
an sets 'em in the sun. He stands
this way. like the picture Of the regu-
lar champions, you know. But l licked
linn. KIN lick any kid that makes
faces to scare you when he fights
Later on. after he had applied a
soothing poultice to the eye of Toad
.snd had put that earnest champion to
bed. Wallingford went up to see Mr.
Saghorn.
us this MIR. Steven saghorn?' asked
Wallingford pleasantly.
Jn -hunh," replied the man, looking
ndifferently at point about ten feet
ahead Of his toes.
II am Mr.. Wallingford Mr.. Saghorn
| sold you your house, you know"
I'm hunh."
",They tell me you came from Gin
derburg," said j. Rufus, trying to give
the stubborn conversation another
yank.
"Un- hlnh.''
81 understand there has been some
criticism of me in that town." he went
on desperately and WINGED in advance
of Saghorn's answer.
"Un-hunh."
ENTIRELY unjust, l assure you, Mr.
Saghorn," explained Wallingford, a:
suave as roll of butter. even under
these discouraging circumstances. II
is true that l helped Mr.. Bang incor
porate his Sun Engine company. be
lieved in that engine. thought it tn,
greatest thing in the world. But an
mere promoter, not an engineer, ant
it was not my fault that the inferna
engine wouldn't work. You see that
don't you. Mr.. Saghorn?"
"Un-hunh."
Thank you," returned Wallingford
delighted with his unexpected success
"1'm glad to find you 80 reasonable.
was afraid that possibly you nigh
have heard some Of the unkind thing
that have heard were said about m
after left Cinderburg; and, Of course
I am more than delighted to find tina
you do not. If any one In Dougalvill
repeats these things In your hearin
you will be kind enough to correc
them. won't you, Mr.. SaghornT
, NO" announced Mr.. Saghorn, ant
knocking the ashes out of his pip
against his horny palm, he arose