Frank Merriwells Bravery | Page 4

The latter was a youth
of uncertain age, with an insipid mustache, a sallow face, and
spectacles of colored glass, which seemed to indicate that he had weak
eyes. He was dressed, as far as possible, in imitation of an English
tourist.
The Jew, who had given his name as "Solomon Rosenbum, vid der

accent on der bum," was a rather disreputable-looking man of about
thirty, having the appearance of the Jew peddler, and carrying a pack,
which he had stuffed down between his knees and the back of the next
seat, thus completely fencing in Cholly De Smythe.
"Will you wemove yourthelf fwom this theat?" squawked the dude, in a
flutter.
"Say, mein friendt, you vas nervous. Now, I dell you vat you do vor dat.
Shust dake a pottle of Snyde's Shain-Lighdning Nearf Regulardor. Id
vill simbly gost you von tollar a pottle, dree bottles vor dwo tollars. I
haf shust dree pottles left. Vill you dake 'em?"
Solomon began to untie his pack.
"Stop it!" squealed Cholly, in terror. "I don't want your nawsty stuff,
don't yer know!"
"Berhaps I know petter dan vat you do. I haf studied to pe a horse
toctor, und I make a sbecialty uf shack-asses."
"You wude thing!"
The other passengers in the car were enjoying all this, and the laughter
that had begun with the first passage between the two now threatened
to swell to a tumult.
"Uf one pottle don'd gure you, der dree pottles vill--or kill you, und
nopody vill mindt dot."
"Go'way!"
"Vill you half der dree pottles?"
"No, thir!"
"Veil, dake von uf dem ad sefenty-fife cends."
"Get out!"

"I alvays haf von brice vor all uf mine goots, und I nefer make a
bractice uf dakin' off a cend; but I see dat you vas on der verge uf
nerfus brosdration, und I vant to safe your life, so I vill sell you von
pottle vor a hellufer-tollar."
"I don't want it--I won't take the nawsty stuff!"
"Dat vas too sheap at hellufer-tollar, but in your gase I vill make an
eggsception, und you may haf von pottle vor a qvarter. Dake id qvick,
before I shange my mindt."
"Help! Take the w'etch away!"
"Moses in der pulrushes! Vat you vant? Vas you dryin' to ruin me? Dot
medicine gost me ninedy-dree cends a pottle, und I don'd ged a cend
discoundt uf I puy dwo pottles. Dake a pottle ad dwenty cends, und I
vill go indo pankrupcy."
"Conductaw! Conductaw!" squawked Cholly.
"What is all this noise about?" demanded the conductor, as he came
hastily down the aisle and stood scowling at Cholly.
He had overheard all that passed, and he was enjoying it as much as
any of the passengers.
"Conductaw," said the dude, with great dignity, "I wish you to instantly
wemove this verwy insolent cwecher. He cwoded in thith theat without
awsking leave."
"Have you paid for a whole seat?"
"I have paid one fare, thir, and ----"
"So has this gentleman. He is entitled to half of this seat, if he chooses
to sit here. Don't bother me again."
The conductor walked away, and Cholly looked at Solomon, faintly
gasping:

"Thith gentleman! Gweat Scott!"
Then he seemed to collapse.
Solomon grinned, and lifted his hat to the conductor. Then he turned to
Cholly.
"Vill you half a pottle uf der Nearf Regulador ad dwendy cends?"
"Let me out!" gurgled the dude. "I will not stay heaw and be inthulted!"
"Set down," advised the Jew. "You ain'd bought a pottle uf medicine,
und I can'd boder to mofe vor you."
Cholly fell back into his seat, giving up the struggle. He turned his head
away, and looked out of the window, while Solomon talked to him for
ten minutes, without seeming to draw a breath. Cholly, however, could
not be induced to purchase a single bottle of the "Nearf Regulador."
All through this, Mr. Walker had not seemed to remove his keen eyes
from the face of the boy at his side. The lad apparently enjoyed the
affair between the Jew and the dude as much as any one in the car,
laughing merrily, and seeming quite at ease.
Somehow, Walker did not seem to be pleased at all. He appeared like a
man with a very little sense of humor, or he had so much of grave
importance on his mind that he did not observe what was going on
behind him.
When Cholly De Smythe had collapsed, and the Jew had ceased to talk,
the boy squared about in his seat, and seemed to settle to take things in
the most comfortable manner possible. He pulled his hat over his
forehead, and continued his perusal of the newspaper.
This did not satisfy his seat mate.
"You seem to be very interested in