The Dummy ain’t payin’ any attention to the speech, either. He’s got sight of all them animals with their heads bobbin’, and a silly grin spreads over his face. First he sidles over to the mantel and touches up one that was about stopped. Then he sees another, and starts that off again, and by the time Hooker is through the Dummy is as busy and contented as you please, keepin’ them tigers and things movin’.
“Well?” says the Rev. Sam.
“Eh?” says Bobby, tearin’ his eyes off the Dummy. “Were you saying something about the glass works? Beastly bore! I never go near them. But say! I want that chap over there. I want to hire him. What’s his name?”
“Dummy Kronacher,” says the Rev. Sam, comin’ out strong on the first word.
“Good!” says Bobbie. “Hey, Dummy? What will you take to stay here with me and do that right along?”
Dummy has just discovered a stuffed alligator that can snap its jaws and wiggle its tail. He only looks up and grins.
“I’ll make it a hundred a month,” says Bobbie. “Well, that’s settled. Atkins, you’re fired! And say, McCabe, I must show this new man how I want this business done. You and your friend run in some other time, will you?”
“But,” says Hooker, “can’t you do something about those helpers? Won’t you promise to——”
“No!” snaps Bobby. “I’ve no time to bother with such things. Atkins, show ’em out!”
Well, we went. We goes so sudden the Rev. Sam forgets about leavin’ the Dummy until we’re outside, and then he’s for goin’ back after him.