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Government agent, who, tall and strong though 

 he was, swayed baek and forth to the pressure of 

 struggling men. With his little sales book held 

 high in his left hand he strove to write in it the 

 names of those to whom he had made sales, to- 

 gether with the amount of each sale. Many 

 hands clutched his arms and clothing, while 

 twenty voices rang at once in his ears, all plead- 

 ing for gold. 



"Let me have a million, Pete. It's all I want, 

 and then I'll get out of your way," was the cry 

 of one. 



"I want a hundred, Mr. Myers. Can't you let 

 me have it?" 



"I bid you for two millions, Peter. Have you 

 got my name down?" 



"Please put me down for fifty thousand, My- 

 ers. It's all I need." 



"How can I put anything down if you don't 

 let go of my arms? I'm not going to run away. 

 You'll get all you want if you'll give me a chance 

 to write," shouted Myers. But the mob grew 

 larger and the pressure greater, though those 



