The
"Matrimonial Objects" were perhaps a little ashamed of their
"personals" by now, and neither Blix nor Condy were ever to hear
their version of the meeting in the back dining-room of Luna's
Mexican restaurant. Captain Jack was, in fact, anxious to change
the subject.
"Any news of the yarn yet?" he suddenly inquired of Condy "What do
those Eastern publishin' people think of Our Mug and Billy Isham
and the whiskey schooner?"
Condy had received the rejected manuscript of "In Defiance of
Authority" that morning, accompanied by a letter from the
Centennial Company.
"Well," he said in answer, "they're not, as you might say, falling
over themselves trying to see who'll be the first to print it.
It's been returned."
"The devil you say!" responded the Captain. "Well, that's kind of
disappointin' to you, ain't it?"
"But," Blix hastened to add, "we're not at all discouraged. We're
going to send it off again right away."
Then she said good-by to them.
"I dunno as you'll see me here when you come back, miss," said the
Captain, at the gate, his arm around K. D. B. "I've got to
schemin' again. Do you know," he added, in a low, confidential
tone, "that all the mines in California send their clean-ups and
gold bricks down to the Selby smeltin' works once every week? They
send 'em to San Francisco first, and they are taken up to Selby's
Wednesday afternoons on a little stern-wheel steamer called the
"Monticello." All them bricks are in a box--dumped in like so much
coal--and that box sets just under the wheel-house, for'ard.
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