 That's what you did. I'm sorry. Are you busy? Of course I'm busy. Can't you see that I'm writing? Yeah, I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll come again later. Now, you stay right here. I'm glad to see you, Jerry. What's on your mind? Well, things are sure happening to me pretty fast. I might have to go into business. What? You go into business? I'm not sure. Why not? Well, what kind of business? Well, you see, it's like this. You know that property out in Montana that Dad left me? Yes. I remember hearing about that. Well, we got a registered letter from the Montana railroad lines asking about who owned that property and talking about a deal. They seem to be in an awful hurry about finding out about it. Oh, that's splendid, Jerry. I certainly wish some of my relatives had left me something. You're a lucky boy, Jerry. I'll say. Uh, but didn't you ever have any relatives who might have left you something and, you know, that you didn't even know about? No. None of my people ever had any money except Grandpa Gustav. And, well, I guess we'll never know where all his money went. Your grandfather? Yes, sir. And let me tell you, Jerry, there never was a tighter man that lived than Grandpa Gustav. They called him Gustav the Miser. Oh, was he rich? Well, everybody thought he was. But he never spent a cent. He didn't have to. He wore the meanest clothes. And when we were children, we never wanted to go and see him because he was so stingy. He never gave us pennies or candy like most grandparents do. Oh, what did he do with all of his money? Well, that's just it. No one knows. No one ever found out. Maybe he wasn't rich after all. Well, yes, he was. He owned lots of property in Parker City just before the town began to grow. And then he sold it all before he died for cash. See, that's something. Yeah? And then he sold it all. Yeah? And then he changed it all into gold. Jiminy Willikers, this is a real mystery. Hey, Mike, get the flag up. Get the flag up, Jake. Jiminy, it's time to eat. And now, look, here you got me to talking and I haven't written this letter to Common. Oh, gee, I'm sorry, Major. Well, never mind, Jerry. I'll come back here to my tent after the show tonight and do it. We're not moving tonight, so there'll be no rush. I can come back here when it's all quiet on this circus lot and really concentrate on this letter. Without having a fella come in and gab and talk. Well, that's all right, Jerry. I'm glad you came. Now, you run along. It'll take me a second or so to get ready. But come and visit me again soon, Jerry. Sure thing. Be seeing you, Major. Oh, hello, Mike. Don't tell me you're hungry. No, but well, there's nothing else to do so I might as well go along and pass the time. You don't say. How do you like that, Pete? The boys are comedians. Yeah. Hey, have you seen Speed? He was supposed to be waiting around here. Who's he? He's the new fella. Who does the race with the horse? Oh, the guy that can walk faster than we can run. Yeah. Uh, wonder where he's got to. Hey, Jerry. Jerry, not so fast. Oh, there he is now. Hey, where are you, Speed? Right behind you. What's your hurry? Why, the flag's up. That's always Jerry's hurry. Oh, I get it. Well, Jerry, what'd you pick up? Calm down. I sure played in luck. The Major told me all about his granddad and, oh boy, what a story. I'm good for you, what is it? Well, give me time first. But the first thing to do, well, we might play the joke on him tonight. I don't see why not. Why, any special reason? Well, yeah. He'll be in a stand after the show tonight. He's got an important letter to write, and he's planning to do it after everything's quieted down in the lodge. What a setup for a ghost. Now, listen here, Jerry. We'll do it, and we'll put on an act that he'll never forget. Let me hear news of you and your brothers. My regards to them, and, of course, you know how I feel about you. Whoa. It's getting chilly. Now I'd better sign this, and that's funny. It sounds like a novel. It's me. What is that? When I died, my grandfather was foxy. No one knew. No, indeed. You will. You want to tell me? In good time. In good time. You remember our hometown well? Yes. Remember where the old car tracks ended on Market Street? Yes. And of those tracks, there was an empty field belonging to Olaf Spencer? Yes, grandfather. I had buried my pot of gold in the northwest corner. Big down six feet on the south side of the tree. And there I had to tell you, because soon tomorrow, tomorrow the gold... Parker City. Well, maybe you're right, but maybe you're wrong, too, Major. You know, we can imagine things. Not me. No, sir, I could hear just as plain. And don't you suppose I know my own grandfather's voice? Well, yes, yes, but... Oh, now, listen, Major, I'm going to be very busy. I've just sent for Jerry. Jerry? Yes, I've just had a wire that involves him, and we have to get an answer off tonight. It can't be delayed. Yes, but this trip cannot be delayed either, Mr. Randall. You can't leave the circus, Major. I have a contract with you till the end of the season. But I could fly, and only miss one day. Only once. Major, how do you know you could find that tree? Well, I guess I spent my entire childhood there. I guess I know that place as well as... Major, how long since you've been in Parker City? About 20 years. Have you stopped to think that the city has grown up and the car tracks may have even disappeared by now? Oh, oh, of course. I forgot my goodness, but the voice, Mr. Randall... You say there was quite a wind blowing, and you could hardly hear. You might have been mistaken. I know what I'll do. I'll go to Rosa. She can tell me this time. I'm sure she can tell me. Mr. Randall, Mr. Randall, did you... Yes, Jerry. Just a minute. Sit down. Yeah, that's the ticket. I'll see Rosa. She will be able to help me, I'm sure. Goodbye, Mr. Randall. All right, Major. Boy, he didn't even see me. No, he seems to have other things on his mind. Doesn't he, Jerry? What kind of things, Mr. Randall? Jerry, do you know anything about a voice that the Major might have heard in his tent? Well, gee, well... Jerry, think twice before you answer that one. Yeah, I guess I do, Mr. Randall, but gee, speed and I... Oh, gee, I told on speed. That's all right. I'll have a talk with speed later, but as far as you're concerned, Jerry, I'm a little surprised, yeah? Quite a bit surprised that you take advantage of any peculiarity of a fellow performer. Well, the Major has his whims and fancy sun, just as I have. Maybe you have a few yourself, hmm? I... well, I suppose I have a... I don't know of any, but... All right, then, uh... Suppose Major might hid rags overnight in one of the wagons or cages, and made you think he'd seen rags running after some strange man off the lot. What would you do? Oh, gee, gosh, I... I'd just about go crazy, I guess. Who bet you would? Well, rags is one of your whims, isn't he? Sure, yeah, he is. And that's the way the Major thought this so-called ghost that you and Speed cooked up. A practical joke, Jerry. A practical joke's all right, just as long as it doesn't do anyone any harm. But just a minute, a joke hurts anyone, well, then it becomes unkind, cruel. I'm awful sorry, Mr. Andalonist, I am. I'll go right out and find the Major and tell him I'm sorry. Yeah, that'll boy. And then we won't say anything more about it. Oh, but, uh, before you go, we've got something quite important to do. What? See? I haven't heard yet from the M.O. Railroad. That's just what I have. The wire came an hour ago. We have to send a night letter off tonight, so it'll reach them in the morning. Oh, gee. All right, here's the wire. I'll let you read it yourself.