“I am going away,” says Ajax sad-like; “going where intellect is appreciated. I came here on a scientific mission, and I find that research work is not appreciated.”
“We may not be strong for you, Ajax, but it’s a cinch you’re too strong for us,” says Magpie, tossing the valise to Ajax.
“Good-by, Ajax,” says I. “Tell Middleton hello for us.”
“I shall tell him something for myself,” says he, picking up his valise. “Most surely I shall speak to Middleton about you both.”
We watches him pilgrim down the trail, exuding odors of which there is no imitation.
“Magpie,” says the judge, “have you any idea what he wanted?”
“Not in my language, judge. I’m going to write to Professor Middleton and ask him what it is. I reckon Ajax came to the wrong place.”
“Let me know, Magpie,” squeaks Scenery. “I’d admire to hear what it was.”
We didn’t hear no more about Ajax, and about three weeks later we’re down at Piperock and got a letter from Middleton. We got Scenery, and the three of us went up to Judge Steele’s office.
Magpie opens the letter and reads it aloud to us: