With these words the amazing creature donned his hat and coat and, resuming his boots, strode out with a magnificent swagger.
At three o'clock in the afternoon Jack, in accordance with his instructions, boarded the sight-seeing coach at Madison Square, and, recognizing the young woman referred to by puss sitting on the front seat of the car, seated himself beside her.
"When do we start, Popper?" asked the girl, with a demure glance at Jack.
"Putty soon, I guess," said the old gentleman, who sat on her other side. "But there ain't never any tellin'. These New York guys does things putty much as they please."
"Humph!" muttered Jack under his breath. "He sounds like real money from Goldfields."
In a few moments the car started, and as they passed around the Flatiron Building Jack was still further amazed to recognize in the voice of the lecturer none other than that of the faithful puss.
"This building," Jack heard him saying boldly, "is the famous Flatiron Building, erected at great expense by the Fuller Company and lately purchased for five million dollars by the famous Missouri financier and capitalist, Mr. Horace Vanderpoel."
"Gee-rusalem!" ejaculated Jack.
