Just to amuse ourselves we learned to make barrel
staves between times. It was two months before we managed to speak to
one another. After that we corresponded quite reg'lar. I had notes
from him, and he from me. I soon got on to Brad's troubles. Seems that
Bob Grand owed him several thousand dollars. He had owed it for more
'n two years. Some deal in connection with the show. You remember Brad
was froze out soon after his wife left the aggregation in '75. He says
Grand bulldozed him into duckin' the--I mean, leavin' the show, all
the time owin' him the long green. Seems that Brad hadn't delivered
all the goods mentioned in the bill of sale. Bob wouldn't settle until
he got the goods.
"Well, Brad hung around Chicago, fightin' firewater and always gettin'
licked at it, for two years or more. Then he up and sashayed to New
York for a show-down with our old friend Robert. He had blood in his
eye, Brad had. He'd been buncoed bad, and a bad man hates that worse
than the thought of hell. When he got to New York he hunted up Mr. Bob
Grand, who was just leavin' for England. It seems that Brad's wife and
girl had been located over there by the Colonel, who had never stopped
lookin' for them.
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