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himself into life at the taste, and swam weakly 

 off — two out of eight hundred! It was so with 

 every can. 



We went back to the hotel. The driver of the 

 truck, his clothes, hair, and skin caked with dust, 

 his eyes bloodshot, and fearful exhaustion fastened 

 upon his drawn face, dropped almost through my 

 arms to a box on the sidewalk. 



"Damn it!" he muttered, more to himself 

 than to me, his arms limp, his head upon his 

 knees, "they can pay me for the gas, and that's 

 all they shall do." 



But he got his pay for his time also. The game 

 warden called the Rod and Gun Club together 

 that night, and handed them back a hundred dol- 

 lars, saying the State would foot the bill this time. 

 "You take the money," said he, "and we will 

 build some hatching troughs in Cary Garden 

 Creek with it to-morrow. I've telegraphed for 

 fifty thousand trout eggs in the eyed stage — you 

 can ship them in that stage round the world — 

 and a warden to come with them to show you 

 how they are hatched and planted. We will stock 

 Silvies River and every stream about Bums, and 

 do it now." 



