The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin Page #2

Lf, uh...

If there's anything you want...

- Griffin?

- Hmm?

What will you do? Get a job

somewhere else as a butler?

I suppose so, miss. I really had not

given the matter much thought.

Do you remember

your ninth birthday party?

You threw a serving tray

through the window

and said you wouldn't ever

be a butler when you grew up.

I remember, miss.

But I had rather hoped

that others had forgotten.

How could I forget that, Griffin?

You're the only boy I knew in Boston

who ever broke a window deliberately.

Thank you, miss.

And now, if, uh,

you will excuse me, I shall, uh...

...prepare the dinner menu.

[Sighs]

I don't know, Grandpa. I guess some

people just can't be stirred up, huh?

Miss Arabella! It's Master Jack.

Quickly. Where's Miss Arabella?

Miss Chesney! Now, really!

- I was just in Master Jack's room.

- What is it?

Master Jack. He's gone.

"Dear Arabella. I have set out

to seek my fortune

so you will not

have to take care of me.

When I am rich, I will come back

and take care of you.

Would you please

feed my goldfish? Jack."

- Goldfish, indeed.

- [Sobs]

No, not now, Miss Chesney. Go tell

Harry to get the carriage ready.

We have to find him and

bring him back before it's too late.

Look. I'm afraid he has succumbed

to the California gold fever.

[Arabella] Oh, no,

what are we going to do?

I think I know where I can find him.

With your permission,

I shall stop him

before he gets too far.

Yes, yes, Griffin. Please do.

Oh, uh, yes, miss.

Uh, right away, miss.

I have it, gentlemen. A ticket.

Gather round, gentlemen, up here.

A ticket for the sailing.

A ticket on the Lady Wilma

to San Francisco.

[Man] Step right in, gentlemen.

Now, this is an unclaimed ticket

that I am going to sell

to the highest bidder.

This is your ticket to fortune,

to the gold fields of California.

What am I offered?

Will some gentleman start this bidding,

say at $500?

- [Man] Five hundred.

- Thank you, sir, $500.

Remember. This is the last ticket

on the beautiful Lady Wilma,

sailing now for San Francisco.

I have five,

I'm looking for 550, anybody?

- [Man 2] I'll make it 550.

- Thank you. $550.

[Auction continues in background]

Stay where you are.

- [Jack] Are you trying to stowaway too?

- Stowaway? Oh, no, lad.

What I needs must shake the

murderous hounds pursuing me.

- Are the police after you?

- Shh!

[Man] Ah. Here, boy.

In with you. Come on. Give me that.

Who will make it 1200? 1200?

- 1200!

- Thank you, sir. 1200.

I have 1200. Who will make it 1250?

Oh, come on, gentlemen.

You can wash that much gold

out of your socks every night

- after you get to California.

- [Laughter]

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