I ain"t lettin" him slip over any gen"ral propositions on me, either.

I"m right there with the Missouri stuff. He has to go clear back to first principles every time he makes a statement, and work up to it gradual. Course, I was keepin" him jollied along too, and while it must have been sort of hopeless at the start, inoculatin" a cauliflower like mine with higher chemistry, I fin"lly showed one or two gleams that encouraged him to keep on. Anyway, we hammered away at the subject, only stoppin" to make coffee and sandwiches, until near two o"clock in the mornin".

"Help!" says I, glancin" at the nickel alarm clock. "My head feels like a stuffed sausage. A little more, and I won"t know whether I"m a nitrous sulphide or a ferrous oxide of bromo seltzer. Let"s take the rest in another dose."

Rowley chuckles and agrees to call it a day, I didn"t let on anything at the office next morning; but by eight A.M. I was planted at the roll-top with my elbows squared, tryin" to write out as much of that chemistry dope as I could remember. And it"s surprising ain"t it, what a lot of information you can sop up when you do the sponge act in earnest?

I found there was a lot of points, though, that I was foggy on; so I makes an early getaway and puts in another long session with Rowley.

And, take it from me, by Tuesday I was well loaded. Also I had my plan of campaign all mapped out; for you mustn"t get the idea I was packin"

my bean full of all this science dope just to see if it would stand the strain. Not so, Clarice! I"d woke up to the fact that I was bein"

carried along by the Corrugated as a sort of misfit inner tube stowed in the bottom of the tool-box, and that it was up to me to make good.

So the first openin" I has I tackles Mr. Robert on the side.

"About that Rowley proposition?" says I.

"Oh, yes," says he. "I fear Mr. Briscoe thinks unfavorably of it."

"Then he"s fruity in the pan," says I.

"We have been in the habit of accepting his judgment in such matters,"

says Mr. Robert.

"Maybe," says I; "but here"s once when he"s handin" you a stall. And you"re missin" out on something good too."

Mr. Robert smiles skeptical. "Really?" says he. "Perhaps you would like to present a minority report?"

"Nothin" less," says I. "Oh, it may listen like a joke, but that"s just what I got in mind."

"H-m-m-m!" says Mr. Robert. "You realize that Briscoe is one of the leading mining authorities in the country, I suppose, and that we pay him a large salary as consulting engineer?"

I nods. "I know," says I. "And the nearest I ever got to seein" a mine was watchin" "em excavate for the subway. I"m admittin" all that."

"I may add too," goes on Mr. Robert, "that he has a way of stating his opinions quite convincingly."

"Yep," says I, "I should judge that. But if I think he"s bilkin" you on this, is it my play to sit behind and chew my tongue?"

"By Jove!" says Mr. Robert, his sportin" instincts comin" to the top.

"You shall have your chance, Torchy. The directors shall hear your views; to-morrow, at two-thirty. You will follow Briscoe."

"Let"s not bill it ahead, then," says I, "if it"ll be fair to spring it on him."

"Quite," says Mr. Robert; "and rather more amusing, I fancy. I will arrange it."

"I"d like to have old Rowley on the side lines, in case I get stuck,"

says I.

"Oh, certainly," says he. "Bring Mr. Rowley if you wish. And if there are any preparations you would like to make----"

"I got one or two," says I, startin" for the door; "so mark me off until about to-morrow noon."

Busy? Well, say, a kitten with four feet stuck in the flypaper didn"t have anything on me. I streaks it for Sixth-ave. and lands in Rowley"s loft all out of breath.

"What"s up?" says he.

"The case of Briscoe _et al. vs._ Rowley," says I. "It"s to be threshed out before the full Corrugated board to-morrow at two-thirty. I"m the counsel for the defense."

"Well, what of it?" says he.

"I want to use you as Exhibit A," says I, "in case of an emergency."

"All right," says he. "I"ll go along if you say so."

"Good!" says I. And then came the hard part. "Rowley," I goes on, "what size collar do you wear?"

"But what has that to do with it?" says he.

"Now don"t get peeved," says I; "but you know the kind our directors are,--flossy, silk-lined old sports, most of "em; and they"re apt to size up strangers a good deal by their haberdashery. So I was wonderin"

if I couldn"t blow you to a neat, pleated bosom effect with attached cuffs."

"Oh, I see," says Rowley, glancin" at his gray flannel workin" shirt.

"Anything else?"

"I don"t expect you"d want to part with that face shrubbery, or have it landscaped into a Vand.y.k.e, eh?" says I. "You know they ain"t wearin" the bushy kind now in supertax circles."

"Would you insist on my being manicured too?" says he, chucklin" easy.

"It would help," says I. "And this would be my buy all round."

"That"s a generous offer, Son," says he, "and I don"t know how long it"s been since anyone has taken so much personal interest in Old Hen Rowley.

Seems nice too. I suppose I am rather a shabby old duffer to be visiting the offices of great and good corporations. Yes, I"ll spruce up a bit; and if I find it costs more than I can afford--now let"s see how my cash stands."

With that he digs into a hip pocket and unlimbers a roll of corn-tinted kale the size of your wrist. Maybe they wa"n"t all hundreds clear to the core, but that"s what was on the outside.

"Whiffo!" says I. "Excuse me for cla.s.sin" you so near the bread line; but by your campin" in a loft, and the longsh.o.r.eman"s shirt, and so on----"

"Very natural, Son," he breaks in. "And I see your point all the clearer. I"ve no business going about so. The whiskers shall be trimmed.

But your people up at the Corrugated have evidently made up their minds to turn us down."

"Maybe," says I; "but if they do, it won"t be on any snap decision of Briscoe"s. And unless I get tongue tied at the last minute we"re goin"

to have a run for our money."

That was what worried me most,--could I come across with the standin"

spiel? But, believe me, I wa"n"t trustin" to any offhand stuff! I"d got to know in advance what I meant to feed "em, line for line and word for word. By ten o"clock that night I had it all down on paper too--and perhaps I didn"t chew the penholder and leak some from the brow while I was doin" it!

Then came the rehearsin". Say, you should have seen me risin" dignified behind the washstand in my room, strikin" a Bill Bryan pose, and smilin"

calm at the bedposts as I launched out on my speech. Not that I was tryin" to chuck any flowers of oratory. What I aimed to do was to tell "em about Rowley"s schemes as simple and straight away as I could, usin" one-syllable words for the most part, cannin" the slang, and soundin" as many final G"s as my tongue would let me. Before I turned in too, I had it almost pat; but I hardly dared to go to sleep for fear it would get away from me.

Say, but it ain"t any cinch, this breakin" into public life, is it? The obscure guy with the dinner pail and the calloused palms thinks he has hard lines; but when the whistle blows he can wipe his trowel on his overalls and forget it all until next day. But here I tosses around restless in the feathers, and am up at daybreak goin" over my piece again, trembly in the knees, with a vivid mental picture of how cheap I"d feel if I should go to pieces when the time came.