“‘Now you see the fix I’m in, gents,’ goes on Smoke-’em-out Smithers.  ’I told the ladies that the notorious visitors had been detained on the road by some unavoidable circumstances that made a noise like an ice jam and an heiress, but they would arrive a day or two later.  When they find out that they’ve been deceived,’ says Smoke-’em-out, ’every yard of cross barred muslin and natural waved switch in the house will pack up and leave.  It’s a hard deal,’ says old Smoke-’em-out.

“‘Friend,’ says Andy, touching the old man on the aesophagus, ’why this jeremiad when the polar regions and the portals of Blenheim are conspiring to hand you prosperity on a hall-marked silver salver.  We have arrived.’

“A light breaks out on Smoke-’em-out’s face.

“‘Can you do it, gents?’ he asks.  ’Could ye do it?  Could ye play the polar man and the little duke for the nice ladies?  Will ye do it?’

[Illustration:  “‘Can ye do it, gents?’ he asks.”]

“I see that Andy is superimposed with his old hankering for the oral and polyglot system of buncoing.  That man had a vocabulary of about 10,000 words and synonyms, which arrayed themselves into contraband sophistries and parables when they came out.

“‘Listen,’ says Andy to old Smoke-’em-out.  ’Can we do it?  You behold before you, Mr. Smithers, two of the finest equipped men on earth for inveigling the proletariat, whether by word of mouth, sleight-of-hand or swiftness of foot.  Dukes come and go, explorers go and get lost, but me and Jeff Peters,’ says Andy, ’go after the come-ons forever.  If you say so, we’re the two illustrious guests you were expecting.  And you’ll find,’ says Andy, ’that we’ll give you the true local color of the title roles from the aurora borealis to the ducal portcullis.’

“Old Smoke-’em-out is delighted.  He takes me and Andy up to the inn by an arm apiece, telling us on the way that the finest fruits of the can and luxuries of the fast freights should be ours without price as long as we would stay.

“On the porch Smoke-’em-out says:  ’Ladies, I have the honor to introduce His Gracefulness the Duke of Marlborough and the famous inventor of the North Pole, Lieut.  Peary.’

“The skirts all flutter and the rocking chairs squeak as me and Andy bows and then goes on in with old Smoke-’em-out to register.  And then we washed up and turned our cuffs, and the landlord took us to the rooms he’d been saving for us and got out a demijohn of North Carolina real mountain dew.

“I expected trouble when Andy began to drink.  He has the artistic metempsychosis which is half drunk when sober and looks down on airships when stimulated.

“After lingering with the demijohn me and Andy goes out on the porch, where the ladies are to begin to earn our keep.  We sit in two special chairs and then the schoolma’ams and literaterrers hunched their rockers close around us.

“One lady says to me:  ’How did that last venture of yours turn out, sir?’