"Those I O U's?" says Mr. Ellins. "Oh, you tell the boys I tore 'em up. Yours, too, Doctor. I had my fun out of the game. So long."
And for the next four miles Old Hickory don't do much but gaze out on the landscape and chuckle.
"Was that a bluff about buildin' that hotel?" says I after awhile.
"Well," says Mr. Ellins, "not exactly; but I think I shall present the Restorium with a pipe organ instead."
CHAPTER XIV
IN ON THE OOLONG
Course it was a cinch; but Piddie ain't got done wonderin' yet how I did it. I can tell that by the puzzled way he has of lookin' me over when he thinks I ain't noticin'.
You see, we'd been havin' a quiet week at the Corrugated. This fine spell of weather has braced Old Hickory up until he almost forgets how he's cast himself for the great grouch collector. Things must have been runnin' smooth, too; for he can even read about the Return from Elba plans without chuckin' the mornin' paper into the waste basket and gettin' purple behind the ears.