The Twin Ventriloquists; or, Nimble Ike and Jack the Juggler Read online

  CHAPTER II.

  A MUTUAL RECOGNITION FOLLOWS BETWEEN TWO WONDERFUL VENTRILOQUISTS AND AT ONCE THEY COMMENCE TOGETHER THEIR EXTRAORDINARY PRANKS.

  Ike did not conclude to reveal his identity at once, and met thequestion with a similar one:

  "Say, young fellow, who are you?"

  "I asked first."

  "Did you?"

  "I did."

  "Well?"

  "It's your place to answer."

  "Do you want an answer?"

  "I do."

  "I'll tell you something: you asked the wrong person. Go and ask thatstuffed owl who I am."

  The young man stared.

  "You want an answer to your question?"

  "Oh, come off," said the young stranger.

  "That settles it," said Ike.

  There came a smile upon the face of the youth and he caused a voice tocome like a halloo from away down the other end of the room, inquiring:

  "Say, owl, who is this young chap?"

  Ike was amazed, but the owl uttered its peculiar hoot and answeredseemingly: "He's the devil himself."

  The halloo came again.

  "I thought so, for he is not square; he don't keep his promises."

  "Why not?" asked the owl.

  "He promised you should tell who he was."

  There came a hoot and an owlish sort of laugh, with the statement:

  "His name is Isaac Andro."

  "Nimble Ike?" came the halloo.

  "Yes;" and the owl added: "Now it's your turn to keep your promise."

  The halloo came in answer:

  "I am Jack the Juggler."

  Ike at once advanced, offering his hand and saying:

  "Shake, old fellow, I am glad to meet you. I've heard about you."

  "And I've heard about you. I am delighted to meet you."

  "And I am delighted to meet you," answered Ike.

  "We must be friends."

  "Sure."

  "We can have a heap of fun."

  "We can."

  "We are against the deck."

  "We are."

  "Will you visit me at my home?" said Ike. "Go with me now."

  "I will be delighted."

  "Do you live in the city?"

  "I did live here, but I've broken up my home."

  The two wonderful lads wandered off together--Ike the ventriloquist, andJack the juggler, also a ventriloquist and hypnotist.

  The two soon arrived at Ike's house and the latter showed his guest allthrough his place, exhibiting his contrivances. Ike ordered a meal sentin and the two remarkable geniuses sat down in a very socialconversation.

  Ike told his strange, weird story, all about the old necromancer and themysterious box. And Jack told all about himself, and finally Ike said:

  "See here, we are two of a kind."

  "We are."

  "Let's become partners."

  "I am agreed."

  "Take up your abode with me."

  "On one condition."

  "Name your condition."

  "I am to share the expense of living in this house."

  "Agreed, as it don't cost much to live."

  Neither of the lads had told their romance. They had only told thesimple story of their lives, and when the meal was over they commencedby mutual consent to practice together, and so several days passed. Ikewith his unusual brightness invented a signal code so they couldconverse with each other and no one else understand their talk. Oneevening the two lads were playing a game of billiards together in awell-known billiard room, when a very handsome young fellow entered,whom Ike at once introduced to Jack as his friend, Henry Du Flore. Ikeand Du Flore held a few moments talk and then Du Flore departed. Themoment he was gone the ventriloquist said to his new comrade:

  "That young man is a detective."

  "He don't look like one."

  "He is a splendid officer, brave, shrewd and persistent. I have severaldetective friends, but I've taken quite a fancy to this young fellow andI am aiding him all I can."

  "Is he a Frenchman?" asked Jack.

  "No, he is an American born. His father was an engineer on an oceansteamer. He was drowned when Henry was quite a lad. Henry was left anorphan at an early age, compelled to knock around and pick up a livingas best he could. He got appointed on the police force, won promotionand is now a regular detective. I want him to make a great success, andI am aiding him all I can."

  "I took a fancy to him at the first glance," said Jack.

  "I am glad of that."

  "Yes, I am in with you and when we can do him a good turn we will."

  "I am much obliged to you, and we can aid him right now. He has beenassigned to run down some burglars who are infesting a section ofcountry over in Jersey. The gang has become very daring. They are veryexpert and the losses of the people have been heavy; they have raised afund which is offered as a reward for the capture of the thieves. Thechief in New York is anxious to aid the officials across the river andhas detailed my friend Henry on the case. It will be a big thing for theyoung officer if he can run down those thieves."

  "We will secure the big thing for him," said Jack. "I've had a littleexperience in detective work."

  "So I've heard."

  "When does he start in?"

  "I am to hear from him later."

  The two ventriloquists finished their game and walked over to a tablewhere two experts were playing a great game in presence of quite a crowdof witnesses. Ike and Jack were both very fond of the game, althoughneither of them could play an expert game, with all their talents; theirgenius did not run in this direction. It is remarkable that a great manymen who are expert in one direction are singularly deficient in others.There was a party of young smart Alecs watching the game. They were veryboisterous and demonstrative--really interfered with the players--andthey were very unmannerly in several ways, pushing forward and crowdingquieter people in a very rude manner. Ike and Jack fixed their eyes onthe dudes and then exchanged glances; and that exchange of glances meanta little fun for the tricksters and discomfiture for the boisterousdudes, the sons of rich men who because of their social position werepermitted to cut up their capers where better youths would have beenkicked out of the place. The dudes every few moments would break throughthe crowd and go to the bar, and upon their return they would pushthrough to the front, shoving others aside as though the balance of thebeholders were mere serfs; and in pushing through upon one of theirreturns, Ike became their victim. The young ventriloquist did not submitto be pushed so rudely and said:

  "See here, Mister Man, you should wear better clothes. You are such apusher you should have gotten ahead in the world."

  The youth stared and the bystanders laughed. The joke was a good one.Many times it could be applied in a crowd, for there are so many rudepeople who appear to think there is no one in the world besidesthemselves.

  "Don't you like it?" demanded the pusher.

  "Oh, yes, I like it," answered Ike with a laugh. "It's quite an honor tobe knocked around by a thing like you."

  "I'll punch you in the head if you say much."

  "Oh, I won't say much. I'll be as quiet as a lamb. I won't even bleat.It's all right; excuse me for being in your way. I am proud--veryproud--to be knocked aside, certainly."

  At that moment there came a voice asking:

  "Why don't you rap that dude on the head?"

  The dude looked around to learn who had offered the bold suggestion, andthen demanded:

  "Who spoke then?"

  "I did," came a voice, but no one appeared to know just who the "I did"was. But there came the suggestion:

  "Don't look so fierce. You're around to swipe pocketbooks, you are. Iadvise these gentlemen to be on the lookout."

  The three dudes all closed in close to each other. Their faces werewhite with rage and they had just liquor enough in them to be anxiousfor a brawl, and one of them said:

  "I'll give a hundred dollars to know who spoke."

  "What w
ill you give?" came the voice.

  Ike stood still and apparently as mute as a sexton at a funeral.

  "You haven't got a hundred cents; you just hung your last drink at thebar."

  "You're a liar," came the declaration from one of the dudes.

  "And you're a thief, or let's see your money."

  The dude went down in his pockets, drew forth a roll and exclaimed, ashe waved it aloft:

  "Here's my money. A hundred to ten you are a liar, and a hundred to oneyou dare not show your face."

  "Here I am."

  The voice sounded as though the speaker stood directly in the midst ofthe trio of dudes. The "chappies" looked at each other in amazement.

  "Send for an officer," came a voice. "I've lost my pocketbook."

  It appeared as though the voice came from the opposite side of the crowdto where the dudes were standing.

  The dudes were dumfounded; indeed, the game was stopped and the owner ofthe billiard hall walked over to learn what the row was. Very well, atthis point the row commenced. One of the youths, calling the proprietorof the hall by name, said, or seemed to say:

  "You go away from here, you duffer. We own this place and don't want anyof your interference."

  The declaration took the proprietor's breath away for a moment. He juststood and gazed, when another of the youths appeared to say:

  "Charley, why don't you smash Decker in the jaw? What business has he tocome around here and interfere with our fun?"

  "Who are you talking to?" demanded the proprietor, his face white withrage.

  "_You_," seemingly came the answer from the dude.

  The proprietor could stand no more. He made a rush. He did not care atthat instant if the dudes were the scions of the governor of the state.He grasped the chap who it appeared had given him the insolence by theloose part of his trousers and the collar of his coat, and he walked himFrench fashion toward the door. The youth made a vigorous protest. Hisfriends also joined in, when the bartender rushed from behind thecounter and seized another of the "chappies," and a guest who was avigorous fellow seized the third one; and then commenced a grand marchtoward the street door, and each one of the dudes was thrown into thestreet and a kick was administered to each as he was thrust out. Poordudes! they had not been guilty of the particular sin for which theysuffered, but they deserved all they got, just the same, for they hadmade nuisances of themselves.

  Jack and Ike left the place. They were delighted with the rebuke theyhad administered, but the fun was not over. The three dudes werestanding at the corner of the street talking over their grievances. Theyespied Ike and Jack and one of them said:

  "There are the fellows who drew us into this trouble."

  "Let's hammer them."

  Neither Ike nor Jack were formidable-looking chaps, and the dudes sailedfor them. Well, a lively scene followed. The two ventriloquists wereboth lithe, active athletes, and the way they polished off the"chappies" was a sight to behold, and they were having a heap of funwhen suddenly both were seized by the collars of their coats and foundthemselves in the grasp of two stalwart policemen.

  Neither lad was scared. They did not mind their arrest on such a trivialcharge at all, and they were led off. Ike asked by signal:

  "What shall we do?"

  "What do you think?" came the answer.

  "Shall we be locked up and raise old Cain in the station house, or shallwe make these officers dance right here?"

  "Let's make them dance," came the answer.

  The lads struck a good chance even as the word was passed. They werepassing a tenement house and a man had just raised a window to close theshutters or something, when there came as though from the man a mad cryof "fire!" The officers stopped short, and again there came severalcries, seemingly from different parts of the house. The officers let gotheir hold upon their prisoners. A fire in a tenement house was a farmore serious matter than the arrest of two youths for fighting in thestreet. As stated, the lads were released, and they darted away tosecure hiding places from which they could witness the fun andexcitement, and there was excitement. One of the officers rapped forassistance and the second one ran to the fire-alarm box to give thesignal, and officer number one made a rush to the house. He found thedoor open and he ran up the stairs shouting "fire! fire! fire!" Thetenants rushed from their apartments and there followed a scene of wildconfusion, and while the yelling and screaming were at their height twoengines arrived, also a platoon of police, and the firemen of the enginecompany entered the house, but still there was no sign of either fire orsmoke. A thorough examination followed. No signs of a fire could bediscovered. The sergeant in charge of the platoon of police asked thetwo officers who had given the alarm where they had seen the fire. Theyprotested they had not seen any fire, but that a man had raised thewindow of one of the front rooms and had shouted "fire!" The firemenmeantime were thoroughly convinced that there was no fire, and they weremad at being called out on a fake alarm. They commenced to abuse thepolice, who protested that the cry had come from the house. The tenantshad all returned to their rooms and they also had been loud in theirprotests and threatened to make a complaint at headquarters.

  "From what room did the cry come?" asked the sergeant.

  The two policemen pointed out the room. The sergeant, accompanied by thetwo officers, went up to the room. There were several very respectablemen in the room and they all protested that they had given no alarm. Alldeclared that they were prepared to swear that they had not. Thesergeant was bothered, and said to the two patrolmen:

  "This matter must be explained."

  "We did hear a cry of fire."

  "No one else appears to have heard it."

  "We heard it."

  "Where is your proof?"

  One of the officers said:

  "I wish we could find those two lads. They heard it."

  "We can't find them."

  The two men were ordered to report at the station house to answercharges for their lark, as the sergeant termed it. Other men were put onthe beat and our two ventriloquists crawled forth from theirhiding-places and Ike said:

  "That was a pretty severe joke."

  "Yes, it was very amusing."

  "We must do something to save those men or they may be broke."

  "How can we do it?"

  "We can."

  "How?"

  "We'll rattle the sergeant on the same scheme," came the answer.