"There have been some directors' fees, no doubt, and once or twice I've come very near to what promised to be a big thing--but I never quite pulled it off.
Really, without capital what can one do?--I'm curious to know--did you bring much ready money with you to England?""Between six and seven thousand pounds."
"And if it's a fair question--how much of it have you got left?"Thorpe had some momentary doubts as to whether this was a fair question, but he smothered them under the smile with which he felt impelled to answer the twinkle in Plowden's eyes. "Oh, less than a hundred," he said, and laughed aloud.
Plowden also laughed. "By George, that's fine!"he cried. "It's splendid. There's drama in it.
I felt it was like that, you know. Something told me it was your last cartridge that rang the bell. It was that that made me come to you as I did--and tell you that you were a great man, and that I wanted to enlist under you.
Ah, that kind of courage is so rare! When a man has it, he can stand the world on its head." "But I was plumb scared, all the while, myself," Thorpe protested, genially.
"Courage? I could feel it running out of my boots.""Ah, yes, but that's the great thing," insisted the other.
"You didn't look as if you were frightened. From all one could see, your nerve was sublime. And nothing else matters--it was sublime.""Curious--that thing happened to me once before,"commented Thorpe, with ruminating slowness. "It was out on the plains, years ago, and I was in pretty hard luck, and was ****** my way alone from Tucson north, and some cowboys held me up, and were going to make kindling wood of me, they being under the impression that I was a horse-thief they were looking after.
There was five or six minutes there when my life wasn't worth a last year's bird's-nest--and I tell you, sir, I was the scaredest man that ever drew the breath of life.
And then something happened to be said that put the matter right--they saw I was the wrong man--and then--why then they couldn't be polite enough to me.
They half emptied their flasks down my throat, and they rode with me all the way to the next town, and there they wanted to buy everything liquid in the place for me.
But what I was speaking of--do you know, those fellows got a tremendous notion of my nerve. It wasn't so much that they told me so, but they told others about it.
They really thought I was game to the core--when in reality, as I tell you, I was in the deadliest funk you ever heard of""That's just it," said Plowden, "the part of you which was engaged in ****** mental notes of the occasion thought you were frightened; we will say that it was itself frightened.
But the other part of you, the part that was transacting business, so to speak--that wasn't in the least alarmed.
I fancy all born commanders are built like that.
Did you ever see General Grant?"
Thorpe shook his head.
"What reminded me of him--there is an account in his Memoirs of how he felt when he first was given a command, at the beginning of the Civil War. He was looking about for the enemy, who was known to be in the vicinity, and the nearer he got to where this enemy probably was, the more he got timid and unnerved, he says, until it seemed as if cowardice were getting complete mastery of him.
And then suddenly it occurred to him that very likely the enemy was just as afraid of him as he was of the enemy, and that moment his bravery all returned to him.
He went in and gave the other man a terrible thrashing.
It doesn't apply to your case, particularly--but I fancy that all really brave men have those inner convictions of weakness, even while they are behaving like lions.
Those must have been extraordinarily interesting experiences of yours--on the plains. I wish I could have seen something of that part of America when Iwas there last year. Unfortunately, it didn't come my way.""I thought I remembered your saying you'd been West."Plowden smiled. "I'm afraid I did think it was West at the time. But since my return I've been warned that I mustn't call Chicago West. That was as far as I went. I had some business there, or thought I had.
When my father died, that was in 1884, we found among his papers a lot of bonds of some corporation purporting to be chartered by the State of Illinois.
Our solicitors wrote several letters, but they could find out nothing about them, and there the matter rested.
Finally, last year, when I decided to make the trip, I recollected these old bonds, and took them with me.
I thought they might at least pay my expenses. But it wasn't the least good. Nobody knew anything about them.
It seems they related to something that was burned up in the Great Fire--either that, or had disappeared before that time.
That fire seems to have operated like the Deluge--it cancelled everything that had happened previously.
My unhappy father had a genius for that kind of investment.
I shall have great pleasure in showing you tomorrow, a very picturesque and comprehensive collection of Confederate Bonds. Their face value is, as I remember it, eighty thousand dollars--that is, sixteen thousand pounds.
I would entertain with joy an offer of sixteen shillings for the lot. My dear father bought them--I should not be surprised to learn that he bought them at a premium.
If they ever touched a premium for a day, that is certainly the day that he would have hit upon to buy.
Oh, it was too rare! Too inspired! He left nearly a hundred thousand pounds' worth of paper--that is, on its face--upon which the solicitors realized, I think it was thirteen hundred pounds. It's hard to imagine how he got them--but there were actually bonds among them issued by Kossuth's Hungarian Republic in 1848.
Well--now you can see the kind of inheritance I came into, and I have a brother and sister more or less to look after, too."Thorpe had been listening to these details with an almost exaggerated expression of sympathy upon his face.
The voice in which he spoke now betrayed, however, a certain note of incredulity.
