"The next day George, who was married or something, started back
to the ranch. Me and Solly, as I now called him, prepared to shake
off our moth balls and wing our way against the arc-lights of the
joyous and tuneful East.
"'No way-stops,' says I to Solly, 'except long enough to get you
barbered and haberdashed. This is no Texas feet shampetter,' says
I, 'where you eat chili-concarne-con-huevos and then holler
"Whoopee!" across the plaza. We're now going against the real high
life. We're going to mingle with the set that carries a Spitz,
wears spats, and hits the ground in high spots.'
"Solly puts six thousand dollars in century bills in one pocket
of his brown ducks, and bills of lading for ten thousand dollars on
Eastern banks in another. Then I resume diplomatic relations wi
