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“
Yes
,
I
am
,
”
said
Wessner
.
“
So
would
every
man
of
the
gang
if
they
wasn
’
t
too
big
cowards
to
say
anything
,
unless
maybe
that
other
slobbering
old
Scotchman
,
Duncan
.
Grinding
the
lives
out
of
us
!
Working
us
like
dogs
,
and
paying
us
starvation
wages
,
while
he
rolls
up
his
millions
and
lives
like
a
prince
!
”
Green
lights
began
to
play
through
the
gray
of
Freckles
’
eyes
.
“
Wessner
,
”
he
said
impressively
,
“
you
’
d
make
a
fine
pattern
for
the
father
of
liars
!
Every
man
on
that
gang
is
strong
and
hilthy
,
paid
all
he
earns
,
and
treated
with
the
courtesy
of
a
gentleman
!
As
for
the
Boss
living
like
a
prince
,
he
shares
fare
with
you
every
day
of
your
lives
!
”
Wessner
was
not
a
born
diplomat
,
but
he
saw
he
was
on
the
wrong
tack
,
so
he
tried
another
.
“
How
would
you
like
to
make
a
good
big
pile
of
money
,
without
even
lifting
your
hand
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Humph
!
”
said
Freckles
.
“
Have
you
been
up
to
Chicago
and
cornered
wheat
,
and
are
you
offering
me
a
friendly
tip
on
the
invistment
of
me
fortune
?
”
Wessner
came
close
.
“
Freckles
,
old
fellow
,
”
he
said
,
“
if
you
let
me
give
you
a
pointer
,
I
can
put
you
on
to
making
a
cool
five
hundred
without
stepping
out
of
your
tracks
.
”
Freckles
drew
back
.
“
You
needn
’
t
be
afraid
of
speaking
up
,
”
he
said
.
“
There
isn
’
t
a
soul
in
the
Limberlost
save
the
birds
and
the
beasts
,
unless
some
of
your
sort
’
s
come
along
and
’
s
crowding
the
privileges
of
the
legal
tinints
.
”
