So at twelve o'clock we had a hot lunch ready that looked like a banquet on a Mississippi River steamboat. We spread it on the tops of two or three big boxes, opened two quarts of the red wine, set the olives and a canned oyster cocktail and a ready-made Martini by the colonel's plate, and called him to grub.
Colonel Rockingham drew up his campstool, wiped off his specs, and looked at the things on the table. Then I thought he was swearing; and I felt mean because I hadn't taken more pains with the victuals. But he wasn't; he was asking a blessing; and me and Caligula hung our heads, and I saw a tear drop from the colonel's eye into his cocktail.
I never saw a man eat with so much earnestness and application—not hastily, like a grammarian, or one of the canal, but slow and appreciative, like a anaconda, or a real
In an hour and a half the colonel leaned back. I brought him a pony of brandy and his black coffee, and set the box of Havana regalias on the table.
'Gentlemen,' says he, blowing out the smoke and trying to breathe it back again, 'when we view the eternal hills and the smiling and beneficent landscape, and reflect upon the goodness of the Creator who—'
'Excuse me, colonel,' says I, 'but there's some business to attend to now'; and I brought out paper and pen and ink and laid 'em before him. 'Who do you want to send to for the money?' I asks.
'I reckon,' says he, after thinking a bit, 'to the vice-president of our railroad, at the general offices of the Company in Edenville.'
'How far is it to Edenville from here?' I asked.
'About ten miles,' says he.
Then I dictated these lines, and Colonel Rockingham wrote them out:
I am kidnapped and held a prisoner by two desperate outlaws in a place which is useless to attempt to find. They demand ten thousand dollars at once for my release. The amount must be raised immediately, and these directions followed. Come alone with the money to Stony Creek, which runs out of Blacktop Mountains. Follow the bed of the creek till you come to a big flat rock on the left bank, on which is marked a cross in red chalk. Stand on the rock and wave a white flag. A guide will come to you and conduct you to where I am held. Lose no time.
After the colonel had finished this, he asked permission to take on a postscript about how he was being treated, so the railroad wouldn't feel uneasy in its bosom about him. We agreed to that. He wrote down that he had just had lunch with the two desperate ruffians; and then he set down the whole bill of fare, from cocktails to coffee. He wound up with the remark that dinner would be ready about six, and would probably be a more licentious and intemperate affair than lunch.
Me and Caligula read it, and decided to let it go; for we, being cooks, were amenable to praise, though it sounded out of place on a sight draft for ten thousand dollars.
I took the letter over to the Mountain Valley road and watched for a messenger. By and by a colored equestrian came along on horseback, riding toward Edenville. I gave him a dollar to take the letter to the railroad offices; and then I went back to camp.
About four o'clock in the afternoon, Caligula, who was acting as lookout, calls to me:
'I have to report a white shirt signalling on the starboard bow, sir.'
I went down the mountain and brought back a fat, red man in an alpaca coat and no collar.
'Gentlemen,' says Colonel Rockingham, 'allow me to introduce my brother, Captain Duval C. Rockingham, vice-president of the Sunrise & Edenville Tap Railroad.'
'Otherwise the King of Morocco,' says I. 'I reckon you don't mind my counting the ransom, just as a business formality.'
'Well, no, not exactly,' says the fat man, 'not when it comes. I turned that matter over to our second vice- president. I was anxious after Brother Jackson's safetiness. I reckon he'll be along right soon. What does that lobster salad you mentioned taste like, Brother Jackson?'
'Mr. Vice-President,' says I, 'you'll oblige us by remaining here till the second V. P. arrives. This is a private rehearsal, and we don't want any roadside speculators selling tickets.'
In half an hour Caligula sings out again:
'Sail ho! Looks like an apron on a broomstick.'
I perambulated down the cliff again, and escorted up a man six foot three, with a sandy beard and no other dimension that you could notice. Thinks I to myself, if he's got ten thousand dollars on his person it's in one bill and folded lengthwise.
'Mr. Patterson G. Coble, our second vice-president,' announces the colonel.
'Glad to know you, gentlemen,' says this Coble. 'I came up to disseminate the tidings that Major Tallahassee Tucker, our general passenger agent, is now negotiating a peachcrate full of our railroad bonds with the Perry County Bank for a loan. My dear Colonel Rockingham, was that chicken gumbo or cracked goobers on the bill of fare in your note? Me and the conductor of fifty-six was having a dispute about it.'
'Another white wings on the rocks!' hollers Caligula. 'If I see any more I'll fire on 'em and swear they was torpedo-boats!'
The guide goes down again, and convoys into the lair a person in blue overalls carrying an amount of inebriety and a lantern. I am so sure that this is Major Tucker that I don't even ask him until we are up above; and then I discover that it is Uncle Timothy, the yard switchman at Edenville, who is sent ahead to flag our understandings with the gossip that Judge Pendergast, the railroad's attorney, is in the process of mortgaging Colonel Rockingham's farming lands to make up the ransom.
While he is talking, two men crawl from under the bushes into camp, and Caligula, with no white flag to disinter him from his plain duty, draws his gun. But again Colonel Rockingham intervenes and introduces Mr. Jones and Mr. Batts, engineer and fireman of train number forty-two.
'Excuse us,' says Batts, 'but me and Jim have hunted squirrels all over this mounting, and we don't need no white flag. Was that straight, colonel, about the plum pudding and pineapples and real store cigars?'
'Towel on a fishing-pole in the offing!' howls Caligula. 'Suppose it's the firing line of the freight conductors and brakeman.'
'My last trip down,' says I, wiping off my face. 'If the S. & E. T. wants to run an excursion up here just because we kidnapped their president, let 'em. We'll put out our sign. 'The Kidnapper's Cafe and Trainmen's Home. '
This time I caught Major Tallahassee Tucker by his own confession, and I felt easier. I asked him into the creek, so I could drown him if he happened to be a track-walker or caboose porter. All the way up the mountain he driveled to me about asparagus on toast, a thing that his intelligence in life had skipped.
Up above I got his mind segregated from food and asked if he had raised the ransom.
'My dear sir,' says he, 'I succeeded in negotiating a loan on thirty thousand dollars' worth of the bonds of our railroad, and—'
'Never mind just now, major,' says I. 'It's all right, then. Wait till after dinner, and we'll settle the business. All of you gentlemen,' I continues to the crowd, 'are invited to stay to dinner. We have mutually trusted one another, and the white flag is supposed to wave over the proceedings.'
'The correct idea,' says Caligula, who was standing by me. 'Two baggage-masters and a ticket-agent dropped out of a tree while you was below the last time. Did the major man bring the money?'
'He says,' I answered, 'that he succeeded in negotiating the loan.'
If any cooks ever earned ten thousand dollars in twelve hours, me and Caligula did that day. At six o'clock we spread the top of the mountain with as fine a dinner as the personnel of any railroad ever engulfed. We opened all the wine, and we concocted entrees and
After the feast me and Caligula, in the line of business, takes Major Tucker to one side and talks ransom. The major pulls out an agglomeration of currency about the size of the price of a town lot in the suburbs of Rabbitville, Arizona, and makes this outcry.
