Good Men and True; and, Hit the Line Hard/Good Men and True/Chapter 11

EFF tells us that too," said George. "In both letters he speaks of the El Paso papers. In the letter to 'the kids' he says that he read every line of one of them. Knowing what we do, it is easy to see that they are brought in to him and that he expects us to communicate with him by means of personals worded for his eye alone. He is looking for them now. As he is so certain of seeing personals, it seems sure that the papers are brought in regularly to him. You know he said his Chief had all the El Paso papers sent on. And since they allow him this indulgence, it is probable and consistent that they do not otherwise ill-treat him. I suppose they are trying to extort a promise of silence from him under threat of death, But what I don't see is why they didn't kill him right away."

"I understand that well enough," said Pringle. "Jeff has talked 'em out of it! And did he give any hint about what to do?"

"That is the thing I put off till the last," George responded. "It is the most ambiguous of all the allusions. When he twice spoke of Cassius as 'Yond Cassius,' when he mentioned Cæsar's superstitions, and afterward said some of his hunches were pretty good at that, he might have been referring me to either 'Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look' or to the line immediately above: 'Let me have men about me that are fat.' I am reasonably sure that he meant the last. Because he knew that we would get this far—to the big question of what we were going to do about it We are clear as to Thorpe's guilt; but that isn't going to  help Jeff—or Tillotson.

"Under the circumstances it would have been imprudent for him to give his street and number; they might not have liked it"

"By Jove!" said Leo, "don't you see? He tells us, in so many words: 'That's all I know.' He didn't know just where he was. It wasn't likely that he would know." "So he does! I hadn't seen through that at all," said George. "Thank you. That makes it almost a certainty that he meant 'the men about him,' his jailers, were fat. We have to find his jail, and our best chance is to find his jailers. To tell us to look for 'lean and hungry' men in this country of hard-riding, thin, slim, slender, lean, lank, scrawny men, would serve no purpose. But fat men are scarce enough to be noticeable. Besides, Patterson is a mere mountain of flesh; Thorpe himself is not actually fat, but is dangerously near it. He laid so much stress on this, coming back to it four times, that he must have meant it for a big, plain signpost for our guidance. That settles it. He has men about him that are fat. And we'd better look for them. Mr. Pringle, will you take the lines?"

"The head of the table is wherever Wes' sits down, anyway," remarked Beebe loyally.

"It is moved and seconded that Mr. John Wesley Pringle be elected—er—Sole Electee of the Most Ancient Society of Good Men and True," said Leo. "All in favor will rise or remain seated. Contrary-minded are not members and will kindly leave the room. It is unanimously carried and so ordered. Gentlemen, Mr. Pringle!"

"The Society will come to order," said the Sole Electee severely. "Some good man and true will please state the object of the permanent session and, also, how and why and what he proposes to do first."

"Hadn't we better get some detectives to work," ventured Billy, "and join forces with Tillotson's lawyers?"

"No detectives," said Pringle hastily and decidedly. And "No lawyers," echoed George with equal decision, adding: "Please excuse Mr. Pringle and myself from giving the reasons for our respective vetoes. But they are good ones."

"Then we are to depend on our own resources alone?" demanded Leo.

"Exactly. That's the way the farmer in the second reader got in his wheat. Let us by all means have Fools for Clients and Every Man His Own Detective; that's what makes the guilty quail," said Pringle darkly. "If we four can't do the trick for love, no man can do it for hire. And there will be no defalcation or failure for fear, favor or funds or through any fatal half-heartedness. We four friends for our friend unconditionally, without regard for law or the profits,  man or devil, death, debt, disgrace or damnation! To the last ditch—and then some!"

Pringle reflected a little. "Gentlemen," he said, "we will put our little ad. in the papers to-night, at once, muy pronto and immediatamente. After which I should think a  good sleep would be the one first wise move. We will then sally forth, or Sarah forth, in pursuit of knowledge in general, both in El Paso and in Juarez—vulgarly called Whereas—and, more especially, knowledge of Messrs. Thorpe and Patterson and all fat men with whom they do consort. To avoid giving any slightest ground for suspicion—which must be avoided at all hazards—I will disguise myself as a bald-headed, elderly cattleman from Rainbow. Mr. Aughinbaugh"

"Mister? George, you mean," said that person.

"George, then. George, you will masquerade as a lawyer's clerk. Billy, you'd better buy a haircut and canvas leggings and get yourself up as a reformed Easterner in the act of backsliding. And you, Leo—" he paused and regarded Ballinger doubtfully—"You," he said, and stopped again, with a puzzled frown. The unhappy victim writhed and twisted, thus held up to public scorn and derision as neither fish, flesh, nor herring.

"I have it," said the poor nondescript, with a brave attempt at a smile. "I'll buy some clothes, some booze and a stack of blues—and pass myself off for a Remittance Man."

Pringle heaved a sigh of relief. "I hated to name it to you," he said. "Say, when Jeff first rescued you, exhumed you, resuscitated you, or whatever it was, he told me a little quotation the first time you went out and left us. His explanation went some like this:

"‘'I traced my son through a street of broken windows, and found him dead of old age at five-and-twenty.’

"So, my boy, it's back to the husks and the hogs for yours. You are assigned to cover the Street of Broken Windows. And that's a pretty big order—in El Paso."

The next morning Jeff found what he had been looking for these many days. In both the Times and the Herald was an inconspicuous personal in the modest retirement of the advertising section, of obscure wording and small type:

Now is the time for all good men and true to get a cautious move on the trail sit tight coming up. It was the twenty-fourth day of his imprisonment.