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<p>“I told you they’d whoop things up when they got started,” said the consul.</p>
<p>“I think I shall order a dozen more cases of goods, to keep the stock up,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Hemstetter, beaming through his spectacles.</p>
<p>“I wouldn’t send in any orders yet,” advised Johnny. “Wait till you see how the trade holds up.”</p>
<p>Each night Johnny and Keogh sowed the crop that grew dollars by day. At the end of ten days two-thirds of the stock of shoes had been sold; and the stock of cockleburrs was exhausted. Johnny cabled to Pink Dawson for another 500 pounds, paying twenty cents per pound as before. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Hemstetter carefully made up an order for $1500 worth of shoes from Northern firms. Johnny hung about the store until this order was ready for the mail, and succeeded in destroying it before it reached the postoffice.</p>
<p>Each night Johnny and Keogh sowed the crop that grew dollars by day. At the end of ten days two-thirds of the stock of shoes had been sold; and the stock of cockleburrs was exhausted. Johnny cabled to Pink Dawson for another 500 pounds, paying twenty cents per pound as before. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Hemstetter carefully made up an order for $1,500 worth of shoes from Northern firms. Johnny hung about the store until this order was ready for the mail, and succeeded in destroying it before it reached the postoffice.</p>
<p>That night he took Rosine under the mango tree by Goodwin’s porch, and confessed everything. She looked him in the eye, and said: “You are a very wicked man. Father and I will go back home. You say it was a joke? I think it is a very serious matter.”</p>
<p>But at the end of half an hour’s argument the conversation had been turned upon a different subject. The two were considering the respective merits of pale blue and pink wall paper with which the old colonial mansion of the Atwoods in Dalesburg was to be decorated after the wedding.</p>
<p>On the next morning Johnny confessed to <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Hemstetter. The shoe merchant put on his spectacles, and said through them: “You strike me as being a most extraordinary young scamp. If I had not managed this enterprise with good business judgment my entire stock of goods might have been a complete loss. Now, how do you propose to dispose of the rest of it?”</p>

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<p>When the captain had departed Dicky called the sergeant of the jail squad and asked:</p>
<p>“Am I <i xml:lang="es">preso</i> by the military or by the civil authority?”</p>
<p>“Surely there is no martial law in effect now, señor.”</p>
<p>“<i xml:lang="es">Bueno</i>. Now go or send to the alcalde, the <i xml:lang="es">Jues de la Paz</i> and the <i xml:lang="es">Jefe de los Policios</i>. Tell them I am prepared at once to satisfy the demands of justice.” A folded bill of the “long green” slid into the sergeant’s hand.</p>
<p>“<i xml:lang="es">Bueno.</i> Now go or send to the alcalde, the <i xml:lang="es">Jues de la Paz</i> and the <i xml:lang="es">Jefe de los Policios</i>. Tell them I am prepared at once to satisfy the demands of justice.” A folded bill of the “long green” slid into the sergeant’s hand.</p>
<p>Then Dicky’s smile came back again, for he knew that the hours of his captivity were numbered; and he hummed, in time with the sentry’s tread:</p>
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<section id="preface" epub:type="preface">
<h2>The Proem</h2>
<h2 epub:type="title">The Proem</h2>
<h3>
<b>by the carpenter</b>
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