CHAPTER III 



THE GREAT MASSACRE 



When the figure of the game warden had disap- 

 peared, the two men remaining looked at each 

 other, Bull Adam, as always, with the gun in the 

 crook of his arm, the stranger with his hands in 

 his pockets. Bull was scowling. 



''Well," said the pot-hunter, *'an' now we'll 

 find out what yo ' might be a-wantin ' ? " 



The other countered promptly. 



"1 want to find a man who knows something 

 about the woods," he replied, "a man who isn't a 

 coward, who's got the nerve to back up his. opin- 

 ions and who can keep his tongue between his 

 teeth. I want a man who's not too obstinate to 

 learn and not too pigheaded to admit when he's 

 been in the wrong. The United States can use a 

 man like that. Bull Adam, even if he is a crank 

 and an inhospitable one at that." 



The taunt stung. The pot-hunter colored under 

 his weather-beaten skin. 



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