“Hum!” says Mark. “Hum!... Complete stock?”
“As fine a stock as you’d wish to see.”
“We’ll go over to s-see it to-morrow, Plunk,” says Mark.
I shrugged my shoulders. “What’s the use?” says I. “We can’t buy it, and if we could, what would we do with it?”
“I dun’no’,” says he. “Maybe we could figger on s-some way of buyin’ it. I’ve seen sicker horses ’n that g-git well.”
“But not on the kind of medicine we got to give ’em,” says I.
“Anyhow,” says Mark, “we’ll go over t-to-morrow. You don’t need to, though, Plunk, if you don’t think it’s worth while. But I’m goin’. I’m goin’ to see that stock. I’m goin’ to have a look at Zadok Biggs’s opportunity.”
“I knew it,” said Zadok. “I knew Marcus Aurelius would not disappoint me. I knew he would see the possibilities of this opportunity. I do not blame you, Plunk Smalley, for failing to see them. It was not to be expected. There is only one Marcus Tidd. Only one.”
“Yes,” says I, “and that one has bit off a leetle more’n he can chaw comfortable this time.”
Mark didn’t even look at me. He was pinching his cheek and squinting up his eyes like he does when his mind is about as busy as it can be. Pretty soon he looked up at Zadok.