Ma Pettengill | Page 9

the money
was to be put into this new business, with the boys being let in on the
ground floor, like they had been with the whales. Sandy says that in
probably a year from now, or eighteen months at the most, he won't be
a thing but a dissipated millionaire. Nothing but that!
Safety is peculiar in his mind. If you told him you found a million gold
dollars up in the top of that jack pine he wouldn't believe it, yet still and
all he'd get a real thrill out of it. He certainly does cherish money. The
very notion of it is romantic to him. And he must of been thrilled now.
He hung round, listening keenly while the boys squandered their vast
wealth in various reprehensible ways, trying to get some idea about the
new animal. Finally he sniffed some more, and they was all crazy as
loons, and went off. But where does he go but over to old Pete at the
woodpile and keeps him from his work for ten minutes trying to get the
new animal's name out of Pete. But he can't trap the redman into any
admissions. All he can find out is that Pete is serious and excited.
Then he come up to ask me once more if he couldn't take some mules
off my hands. He found out quick and short that he couldn't. Still he
hung round, talking nonsense as far as I could make out, because I
hadn't yet been let in on the new elephant proposition. He says he hears
I'm taking up a new line of stock, the same not being whales nor
anything that swims, and if it's more than I can swing by myself, why,
he's a good neighbour of long standing, and able in a pinch, mebbe, to
scrape up a few thousand dollars, or even more if it's a sure cinch, and
how about it, and from one old friend to another just what is this new
line?
Being busy I acted short. I said I was sticking to cattle in spite of the
infamous gossip against 'em, and all reports to the contrary was mere
society chatter. Still he acted like I was trying to fool him. He went out
saying if I changed my mind any time I was to let him know, and he'd

be over again soon to talk mules at least, if nothing else, and anything
he could do for me any time, just say the word, and try some of this
gum, and so forth. I was right puzzled by these here refined civilities of
his until Pete comes in and tells me how the boys have stocked the old
ranch with elephants and how Safety has tried to get him to tell the
secret. I tell Pete he's done right to keep still, and then I go down to the
bunk house and hear the whole thing.
By this time they're shipping thousands of steer elephants at top prices;
they catch 'em up off soft feed and fatten 'em on popcorn and peanuts,
and every Thanksgiving they send a nice fat calf down to the White
House, for no one looks at turkey any more. Sandy is now telling what
a snap it will be to ride herd on elephants.
"You pick out a big one," he says, "and you build a little cupalo up on
top of him and climb up into it by means of a ladder, and set there in
this little furnished room with a good book, and smoke and pass the
time away while your good old saddle elephant does the work. All you
got to do is lean out of the front window now and then and jab him in
the forehead with an ice pick, whichever way you want him to turn."
I said trust a cow-puncher to think up some way where he'd have to do
as little work with his hands as he does with his head. But I admitted
they seemed to have landed on old Timmins for once, because he had
tried to get Pete to betray the secret and then come wheedling round to
me about it. I said I could talk more intelligently next time, and he
would sure come again because he had lavished two sticks of gum on
me, which was an incredible performance and could not have been
done except for an evil purpose.
"Now say," says Sandy, "that does look like we got him believing. I
was going to kid him along about once more, then spring elephants on
him, and we'd all have a good laugh at the old wolf. But it looks to me
like a chance for better than a laugh; it looks to me