"Take this handkerchief, Mr. Corkey, if it will help you. God bless you always! God bless you always! Come and see me often. I shall never get tired of hearing how my husband died. He must have been brave to cling to the boat."
"You bet he was, and if ever you need money, you come to me, for I'm the boy that's got it in the yellow!"
Corkey bows himself down the steps. There two managers of museums implore a few moments' conversation. They tender their cards.
"Naw!" says Corkey, "we don't want no museum."
The managers persist.
"No use o' your chinning us! Go on, now!"
The heroes escape from their persecutors. The mind of Corkey reverts to the parlors of Esther Lockwin.
"Great Caesar!" he exclaims.
"Yessah!"
"Steer me to a bar!"