with "do hereby." 

 "All that Mr. Scanlan has to do," he explains, "will be told him by our director at the studios, who will produce the picture. His name is Mr. Salvatore Genaro. Kindly sign where the cross is marked!" 

 "Wait!" I says.  "We can't take a railroad ride like that for twenty thousand, we got to have twenty-five and—" 

 "All right!" he butts in.  "Sign only on the first line!" 

 "Thirty thousand, I meant to say!" I tells him, "because—" 

 "Certainly," he cuts me off, handin' over his fountain pen.  "Don't use initials, sign your full name!" 

 I signed it. 

 "How do I know we get this money?" I asks him. 

 "Aha!" he answers.  "How do we know that the dawn will come? My company is worth a million dollars, old chap, and that contract you have is as good as the money! Be at my office at two this afternoon and I will give you the tickets. Adios until then!" 

 And he blows out of the office. 

 I closed down the desk, went outside and climbed into my Foolish Four. In an hour I was up to the trainin' camp near Rye where Kid Scanlan was preparin' for his collision with Hurricane Harris. Scanlan is trainin' for the quarrel by playin' seven up with the room clerk from the Beach Hotel, and when I bust in the door he takes a look, throws the cards on the floor and makes a pass at his little pal so's I'll think he's a new sparrin' partner. I pulled him off and dragged him to one side. 

 "How would you like to go in the movies?" I says. 

 "Nothin' doin'!" the Kid tells me.  "They make my eyes sore!" 

 "I don't mean watch 'em!" I explains.  "I mean act in 'em! We're goin' out to the well known Coast this afternoon and you're gonna be a movie hero for five reels and thirty thousand bucks!" 

 "We don't fight Harris?" asks the Kid. 

 "No!" I says.  "What d'ye mean fight! Leave that stuff for the roughnecks, we're actors now!" 

 

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