“‘I don’t call myself a religious man,’ says I, ’or a fanatic in moral bigotry, but I can’t stand still and see a man who has built up his business by his own efforts and brains and risk be robbed by an unscrupulous trickster who is a menace to the public good.’

“‘Right, Jeff,’ says Andy.  ’We’ll stick right along with Murkison if he insists on going and block this funny business.  I’d hate to see any money dropped in it as bad as you would.’

“Well, we went to see Murkison.

“‘No, boys,’ says he.  ’I can’t consent to let the song of this Chicago siren waft by me on the summer breeze.  I’ll fry some fat out of this ignis fatuus or burn a hole in the skillet.  But I’d be plumb diverted to death to have you all go along with me.  Maybe you could help some when it comes to cashing in the ticket to that 5 to 1 shot.  Yes, I’d really take it as a pastime and regalement if you boys would go along too.’

“Murkison gives it out in Grassdale that he is going for a few days with Mr. Peters and Mr. Tucker to look over some iron ore property in West Virginia.  He wires J. Smith that he will set foot in the spider web on a given date; and the three of us lights out for Chicago.

“On the way Murkison amuses himself with premonitions and advance pleasant recollections.

“‘In a gray suit,’ says he, ’on the southwest corner of Wabash avenue and Lake street.  He drops the paper, and I ask how the water is.  Oh, my, my, my!’ And then he laughs all over for five minutes.

“Sometimes Murkison was serious and tried to talk himself out of his cogitations, whatever they was.

“‘Boys,’ says he, ’I wouldn’t have this to get out in Grassdale for ten times a thousand dollars.  It would ruin me there.  But I know you all are all right.  I think it’s the duty of every citizen,’ says he, ’to try to do up these robbers that prey upon the public.  I’ll show ’em whether the water’s fine.  Five dollars for one—­that’s what J. Smith offers, and he’ll have to keep his contract if he does business with Bill Murkison.’

“We got into Chicago about 7 P.M.  Murkison was to meet the gray man at half past 9.  We had dinner at a hotel and then went up to Murkison’s room to wait for the time to come.

“‘Now, boys,’ says Murkison, ’let’s get our gumption together and inoculate a plan for defeating the enemy.  Suppose while I’m exchanging airy bandage with the gray capper you gents come along, by accident, you know, and holler:  “Hello, Murk!” and shake hands with symptoms of surprise and familiarity.  Then I take the capper aside and tell him you all are Jenkins and Brown of Grassdale, groceries and feed, good men and maybe willing to take a chance while away from home.’

“’"Bring ’em along,” he’ll say, of course, “if they care to invest.”  Now, how does that scheme strike you?’

“‘What do you say, Jeff?’ says Andy, looking at me.

“‘Why, I’ll tell you what I say,’ says I.  ’I say let’s settle this thing right here now.  I don’t see any use of wasting any more time.’  I took a nickel-plated .38 out of my pocket and clicked the cylinder around a few times.