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me and it. I stopped, thinking that as 
good a place as any to await develop- 
ments. 
“Tt’s a skunk all right,” Nimrod an- 
nounced gleefully. 
The box was rather heavy, so Nim- 
rod went to Yeddar’s, which was not far 
away, to see if he could get one of the 
loungers to help carry the captive to a 
large wire cage that we had rigged up 
near our shack. 
There were six men near the office, 
bronzed mountaineers, men of guns and 
grit, men who had spent their lives 
facing danger; but, when it came to fac- 
ing a skunk, each looked at Nimrod 
as one would at a crazy man and had 
important business elsewhere. For once 
I thoroughly appreciated their point of 
view, but as there was no one else I[ 
took one end of the box, and we started. 
