"
"Huh?" Again the listener's mind failed to follow, and Locke
repeated his words, concluding: "It would make a new man of him."
"Oh, he wouldn't work. Too lazy."
"He'd have to if he were broke."
"But he AIN'T broke. Didn't I tell you 's old man puts up reg'lar?
Fine man, too, Misser Anthony; owns railroads."
"I'll tell you how we can work it. I've got a ticket for Central
America in my pocket. The boat sails at ten. Let's send him down
there."
"Wha' for?"
Locke kept his temper with an effort. "To make a man of him. We'll
go through his clothes and when he lands he'll be broke. He'll
HAVE to work. Don't you see?"
"No." Anthony's friend did not see. "He don't want to go to
Central America," he argued; "he's got a new autom'bile."
"But suppose we got him soused, went through his pockets, and then
put him aboard the boat. He'd be at sea by the time he woke up; he
couldn't get back; he'd have to work; don't you see? He'd be broke
when he landed and have to rustle money to get back with. I think
it's an awful funny idea."
The undeniable humor of such a situation finally dawned upon
Higgins's mind, and he burst into a loud guffaw.
"Hey there! Shut up!" Anthony called from the piano. "Listen here!
I've found the lost chord.
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