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face on the floor a few times； and then took a walk for herself。
〃High Jack and me was hungry； so we came out and looked it over。 There was goat steaks and fried rice…cakes； and plantains and cassava； and broiled land…crabs and mangoesnothing like what you get at Chubb's。
〃We ate heartyand had another round of rum。
〃'It must be old Tecumseh'sor whatever you call himbirthday；' says I。 'Or do they feed him every day？ I thought gods only drank vanilla on Mount Catawampus。'
〃Then some more native parties in short kimonos that showed their aboriginees punctured the near…horizon； and me and High had to skip back into Father Axletree's private boudoir。 They came by ones； twos； and threes； and left all sorts of offeringsthere was enough grub for Bingham's nine gods of war； with plenty left over for the Peace Conference at The Hague。 They brought jars of honey； and bunches of bananas； and bottles of wine； and stacks of tortillas； and beautiful shawls worth one hundred dollars apiece that the Indian women weave of a kind of vegetable fibre like silk。 All of 'em got down and wriggled on the floor in front of that hard…finish god； and then sneaked off through the woods again。
〃'I wonder who gets this rake…off？' remarks High Jack。
〃'Oh；' says I； 'there's priests or deputy idols or a committee of disarrangements somewhere in the woods on the job。 Wherever you find a god you'll find somebody waiting to take charge of the burnt offerings。'
〃And then we took another swig of rum and walked out to the parlor front door to cool off； for it was as hot inside as a summer camp on the Palisades。
〃And while we stood there in the breeze we looks down the path and sees a young lady approaching the blasted ruin。 She was bare…footed and had on a white robe； and carried a wreath of white flowers in her hand。 When she got nearer we saw she had a long blue feather stuck through her black hair。 And when she got nearer still me and High Jack Snakefeeder grabbed each other to keep from tumbling down on the floor； for the girl's face was as much like Florence Blue Feather's as his was like old King Toxicology's。
〃And then was when High Jack's booze drowned his system of ethnology。 He dragged me inside back of the statue； and says：
〃'Lay hold of it； Hunky。 We'll pack it into the other room。 I felt it all the time；' says he。 'I'm the reconsideration of the god Locomotorataxia； and Florence Blue Feather was my bride a thousand years ago。 She has come to seek me in the temple where I used to reign。'
〃'All right；' says I。 'There's no use arguing against the rum question。 You take his feet。'
〃We lifted the three…hundred…pound stone god； and carried him into the back room of the cafethe temple； I meanand leaned him against the wall。 It was more work than bouncing three live ones from an all… night Broadway joint on New…Year's Eve。
〃Then High Jack ran out and brought in a couple of them Indian silk shawls and began to undress himself。
〃'Oh； figs！' says I。 'Is it thus？ Strong drink is an adder and subtractor； too。 Is it the heat or the call of the wild that's got you ？'
〃But High Jack is too full of exaltation and cane…juice to reply。 He stops the disrobing business just short of the Manhattan Beach rules； and then winds them red…and…white shawls around him； and goes out and。 stands on the pedestal as steady as any platinum deity you ever saw。 And I looks through a peek…hole to see what he is up to。
〃In a few minutes in comes the girl with the flower wreath。 Danged if I wasn't knocked a little silly when she got close； she looked so exactly much like Florence Blue Feather。 'I wonder；' says I to myself； 'if she has been reincarcerated； too？ If I could see；' says I to myself； 'whether she has a mole on her left' But the next minute I thought she looked one…eighth of a shade darker than Florence； but she looked good at that。 And High Jack hadn't drunk all the rum that had been drank。
〃The girl went up within ten feet of the bum idol； and got down and massaged her nose with the floor； like the rest did。 Then she went nearer and laid the flower wreath on the block of stone at High Jack's feet。 Rummy as I was； I thought it was kind of nice of her to think of offering flowers instead of household and kitchen provisions。 Even a stone god ought to appreciate a little sentiment like that on top of the fancy groceries they had piled up in front of him。
〃And then High Jack steps down from his pedestal； quiet； and mentions a few words that sounded just like the hieroglyphics carved on the walls of the ruin。 The girl gives a little jump backward； and her eyes fly open as big as doughnuts； but she don't beat it。
〃Why didn't she？ I'll tell you why I think why。 It don't seem to a girl so supernatural； unlikely； strange； and startling that a stone god should come to life for her。 If he was to do it for one of them snub…nosed brown girls on the other side of the woods； now； it would be differentbut her！ I'll bet she said to herself：
'Well； goodness me！ you've been a long time getting on your job。 I've half a mind not to speak to you。'
〃But she and High Jack holds hands and walks away out of the temple together。 By the time I'd had time to take another drink and enter upon the scene they was twenty yards away； going up the path in the woods that the girl had come down。 With the natural scenery already in place； it was just like a play to watch 'emshe looking up at him； and him giving her back the best that an Indian can hand； out in the way of a goo…goo eye。 But there wasn't anything in that recarnification and revulsion to tintype for me。
〃'Hey！ Injun！' I yells out to High Jack。
'We've got a board…bill due in town； and you're leaving me without a cent。 Brace up and cut out the Neapolitan fisher…maiden； and let's go back home。'
〃But on the two goes； without looking once back until； as you might say； the forest swallowed 'em up。 And I never saw or heard of High Jack Snakefeeder from that day to this。 I don't know if the Cherokees came from the Aspics； but if they did； one of 'em went back。
〃All I could do was to hustle back to that Boca place and panhandle Major Bing。 He detached himself from enough of his winnings to buy me a ticket home。 And I'm back again on the job at Chubb's； sir； and I'm going to hold it steady。 Come round； and you'll find the steaks as good as ever。〃
I wondered what Hunky Magee thought about his own story； so I asked him if he had any theories about reincarnation and transmogrification and such mysteries as he had touched upon。
〃Nothing like that；〃 said Hunky； positively。 〃What ailed High Jack was too much booze and education。 They'll do an Indian up every time。〃
〃But what about Miss Blue Feather？〃 I persisted。
〃Say；〃 said Hunky； with a grin； 〃that little lady that stole High Jack certainly did give me a jar when I first took a look at her； but it was only for a minute。 You remember I told you High Jack said that Miss Florence Blue Feather disappeared from home about a year ago？ Well； where she landed four days later was in as neat a five…room flat