The Adventures of Bullwhip Griffin Page #3

All right, gentlemen, who will

make it 1250? Going once...

Going twice...

Are you all through, gentlemen?

You're gonna hate yourselves

in the morning.

Going...

...going...

...and gone!

- Yahoo!

[Crowd clamoring]

Oh, yes, sir. Right away.

You got a great wagon there, sir.

Put that in the envelope for you.

There you are.

- Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

- Oh, pardon me.

- I am sorry.

- I'm sure it was my fault.

I'm so excited. I'm going

to California for the gold rush!

Good for you! Oh, my hat.

Well, I'm sorry I was...

But I... Well...

- Your ticket.

- Oh!

The ticket, it's gone.

But I just bought it.

Somebody stole my ticket.

[Shouting] I've been robbed!

Search everybody!

- You, sir. You were over there.

- Yes, I was.

He is absolutely right. He bought

a ticket. I was there. I saw him.

- You just keep out of this...

- I beg your pardon.

I, sir, am Judge Higgins

of the appellate court,

and I demand that you search

every single man along this...

Wouldn't do any good, though,

would it?

Everybody going aboard

is bound to have a ticket.

- Let us handle it, Your Honor.

- Yes, of course.

Step off the gang plank.

I say, you. Oh, I didn't get your name.

- Brown. Brown, sir.

- Mr. Brown.

Why don't you go over there

with the aid of these two officers

and carefully go through all your

pockets and see if you can't find it.

You were terribly excited.

It's not good to get that excited.

- Yes, sir. Thank you, Your Honor.

- Yes. It's quite all right.

- Ready?

- Yes, sir.

- [Man 1] Your ticket.

- [Man 2] Thank you.

You, sir. Are you

the captain of this ship?

Captain Swain.

If you've any business with me,

say your say

and be quick about it.

I have reason to believe

there is a 12-year-old boy

- stowed away aboard your ship.

- I have reasons to believe there isn't.

He is the grandson

of the late Alonzo Flagg of Boston.

Now, I want no part in no stowaway.

[Swain] Will you give me your word,

as a gentleman,

that you and him'll be ashore

before we sail.

Unquestionably.

All right.

I'll show you how to get below.

Thank you.

If the police aren't after you,

then who is?

I could a tale unfold whose lightest

word would harrow up thy soul.

Freeze thy young blood.

And 'tis better you take heed also,

for 'tis true, lad,

he who runneth with the fox

must beware the hounds.

Or is it dogs?

[Stammering] Yes, well,

I think I'd better be going.

[Door rattles]

[Banging]

Breathe softly and beware.

For it is often said

that jackals run in pairs.

[Jack] Good grief, Griffin.

What are you doing here?

You know him?

You've just knocked out our butler.

Griffin?

Griffin?

- You gave me your word, didn't you?

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