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280 WALL STREET AND THE WILDS 



"How does it look, Jack?" I asked. 



"Bad." 



"What are you going to do about it?" 



"This is my pony by the window. If I am 

 alive after the first shot I'll be through the win- 

 dow and on his back." 



'Is it as bad as that?" 



'Look for yourself. See how they are armed, 

 every one of them, rifles, revolvers, bows, — and 

 watch that fellow handling his knife as if he was 

 in a hurry to use it. Lone Wolf there is looking 

 at us with his hand near that silver-plated re- 

 volver of his. Wonder how he killed the man he 

 took it from." 



"Who is likely to start the trouble?" 



"The Commissioner. If he doesn't change his 

 tune he'll never see Washington again. The 

 Comanches won't give those fellows up and they 

 are right about it, and the other Indians will 

 stand by them." 



"I wonder what McCloskey is saying to him so 

 earnestlv." 



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He is earnest! He knows. He is telling 



