“You fellows are pretty gay,” said Flummers.  “You must have drawn your princely stipends this week.”  He hesitated a moment, pressed his hand to his forehead, cut a fish-hook in the air and resumed his recital: 

“When I reached Omaha it was snowing.  The heavens wore a feathery frown.”

“He didn’t fill,” said Whittlesy.

Flummers condemned him with a look and continued:  “The wind whetted itself to keenness on a bleak knob and came down to shave its unhappy customers.”

“He made his flush,” said Whittlesy.

Flummers did not look at him.  “I went immediately to the jail, where one of the rank and file of the Kittymunkses was confined; and say, you ought to have seen the poor, miserable, bug-bitten wretch they stood up in front of me.  He wore about a half-pint of dirty whiskers, and in his make-up he reminded me of a scare-crow that brother and I once made to put out on the farm in Wisconsin.  I have seen a number of Kittymunkses, but he was the worst.  I said, ’Say, why don’t you wash yourself?’ and the horrible suggestion made him shudder.  ’Is this the man?’ the sheriff asked.  ‘Gentlemen,’ I replied, disdaining the sheriff, ’on the first train that pulls out I am going back to Chicago; and whenever you catch another baboon that has worn himself threadbare by sitting around your village, telegraph me and I will come and tell you to turn him loose.’  ‘Then he is not the man?’ said the sheriff, giving me a look that told of deep official disappointment.  ‘Gentlemen,’ I replied, still disdaining the sheriff, ‘I never saw this poor wretch before.  Tra la.’  I met one gentleman in the town.  I think he belonged to the sporting fraternity.  He said, ‘Will you have something?’ and we went into a place kept by a retired prize-fighter.  My friend pointed to a noisy party at the rear end of the room, and said:  ‘The city authorities.’  ‘Should they live?’ I asked, and my friend said, ‘They should not.’  And then papa was in town.  ‘Make me a sufficient inducement,’ said I, ’and I will take a position on one of your newspapers and kill them off.  One of my specialties is the killing of city authorities.  Nature has intended them for my meat.  I have killed mayors in nearly every place that is worthy of the name of municipality; and between the ordinary city official and papa,’ I added, ’there is about as much affinity as there is between a case of hydrophobia and a limpid trout stream trickling its way through the woods of my native Wisconsin.’  Say, do you know what he did?  He eyed me suspiciously and edged off toward the door.  Oh, it is painful to stand by helplessly and see fate constantly casting my lot among jays.”

“Mr. Flummers, do you think that you would recognize Kittymunks if you were to see him?” Henry asked.

“Sure thing.  Papa’s friends may deceive him, but his eyes, backed by his judgment, never do.  Say, I’m getting up a great scheme, and pretty soon I’m going to travel through the country with it.  I’m going to organize an investment company for country merchants.  I’ve already got about fifteen thousand dollars’ worth of stock ready to issue.  Has everybody been to lunch?  I have been so busy that I haven’t eaten anything since early this morning.  Joe, lend me fifty cents.”