As I remember it, I left a promise to come back to Breed City and settle
down!
I caught Judge Kingsley by the arm and hurried him down-street and into
the hotel.
The moment we were in our room I began jamming packages of money into
his hands.
“Look at it! Feel of it! Smell of it!” I urged. “Judge, I took that
money out for an airing and the junket did it lots of good.”
He did not understand. I guess he thought I’d merely brought back the
Pratt money and had gone crazy while I was out with it.
“There’s sixteen thousand dollars net and clear for us, Judge Kingsley!
And I reckon we won’t hunt up Pratt and hand back the thousand that’s
over and above his graft from you. He’s a liberal gentleman and he ought
to be willing to pay our expenses and for wear and tear. Now pack up,
sir!” I clapped him on the shoulder. “I can’t stop to tell you the story
just yet. We’ll have it on the way.”