“But we ain’t astin’ you t’ like him, and he don’t git you. He drops you off at Johnson’s and takes a dummy the rest of the way. We want t’ make Boston think they’s danger.”
“So?” All of a suddent, she didn’t seem nigh as mad–and she looked like she’d just thought of somethin’.
I seen my chanst. “That was the way we fixed it up,” I goes on. “A-course, now you don’t want t’ be the heroine, I’ll ast one of the eatin’-house gals. I reckon they won’t turn me down.” And I moseyed towards the door.
“Cupid,” she calls, “come back. You say, he will think another man loves me so much that he carries me away?”
“You got it,” I answers.
She showed them little nippers of hern. “Good!” she says. “I do it!”
“But, Carlota, listen. Boston ain’t to be next that this is a put-up job. He’s to think it’s genuwine. Savvy? And he’ll git all the feelin’s of a real kidnap. Now, to fool him right, you got to do one thing: Be nice t’ Pedro when Boston’s ’round.”
Little nippers again. “I do it,” she says.
I started t’ go, but she called me back. “He will think another man loves me so much that he carries me away?” she repeats.
“Shore,” I says. And she let me go.