?" said the Spider uneasily. "But what's a guy like you want
with a shuvver?"
"Well, to drive my car--and--"
"Car?" said the Spider, his uneasiness growing, "got a car now, have ye,
bo?"
"I rather think I've got six."
"Sufferin' Sam!" The Spider scratched his chin while his keen eyes roved
over Ravenslee's exterior apprehensively. "Say, bo, you quite sure none
o' th' bunch booted you on th' dome--eh?"
"Quite sure."
"An' yet you got six auter-mobiles. I say--you think so."
"Now I think again, they're seven with the newest racer."
"Say, now, jest holt still a minute! Now, swaller twice, think dam'
hard, an' tell me again! You got how many?"
"Seven!"
"Got anythin' else?"
"Oh, yes, a few things."
"Tell us jest one."
"Well, a yacht."
"Oh, a yacht?"
"A yacht."
"'S 'nuff, bo, 's 'nuff! But go on--go on, get it all off if you'll feel
better after. Anythin' more?"
"Why, yes, about twenty or thirty houses and castles and palaces and
things--"
"That settles it sure!" sighed the Spider. "You're comin' t' see a
doctor, that's what! Your dome's sure got bent in with a boot or
somethin'."
"No, Spider, I just happen to be born the son of a millionaire, that's
all."
"Think o' that, now!" nodded the Spider, "a millionaire now--how nice!
An' what do they call ye at home?"
"Geoffrey Ravenslee."
"How much?" exclaimed the Spider, falling back a step. "The guy as went
ten rounds with Dick Dunoon at th' 'National?' The guy as won th'
Auter-mobile Race? Th' guy as bought up Mulligan's--you?"
"Why, yes. By the way, I sat in the front row and watched you lick Larry
McKinnon at 'Frisco; I was afraid you were going to recognise me, once
or twice."
"Then, you--you _have_ got a yacht, th' big one as lays off Twenty-third
Street?"
"Also seven cars; that's why I want you for a chauffeur."
"Ho-ly Gee!" murmured the dazed Spider. "Well, say, you sure have got me
goin'! A millionaire! A peanut cart! A yacht! Well, say, I--I guess it's
time I got on me way. S' long!"
"No you don't, my Spider; you're coming home with me."
"What--me? Not much I ain't--no, sir! I ain't no giddy gink t' go dinin'
with millionaires in open-faced clo'es--not me!"
"But you're coming to have dinner with that same peanut man who learned
to respect you because you were a real, white man, Spider Connolly. And
that's another reason why I want you for my chauffeur."
"But--say, I--I can't shuv."
"Joe shall teac
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