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But
the
lady
with
the
children
looked
out
from
her
berth
,
smiled
reassuringly
,
and
said
:
“
I
’
m
not
a
bit
frightened
.
They
won
’
t
do
anything
to
us
if
we
keep
quiet
.
I
’
ve
my
watch
and
jewelry
all
ready
for
them
in
my
little
black
bag
,
see
?
”
She
exhibited
it
to
the
passengers
.
Her
children
were
all
awake
.
They
were
quiet
,
looking
about
them
with
eager
faces
,
interested
and
amused
at
this
surprise
.
In
his
berth
,
the
fat
gentleman
with
whiskers
snored
profoundly
.
“
Say
,
I
’
m
going
out
there
,
”
suddenly
declared
one
of
the
drummers
,
flourishing
a
pocket
revolver
.
His
friend
caught
his
arm
.
“
Don
’
t
make
a
fool
of
yourself
,
Max
,
”
he
said
.
“
They
won
’
t
come
near
us
,
”
observed
the
well
-
dressed
young
man
;
“
they
are
after
the
Wells
-
Fargo
box
and
the
registered
mail
.
You
won
’
t
do
any
good
out
there
.
”
But
the
other
loudly
protested
.
No
;
he
was
going
out
.
He
didn
’
t
propose
to
be
buncoed
without
a
fight
.
He
wasn
’
t
any
coward
.
“
Well
,
you
don
’
t
go
,
that
’
s
all
,
”
said
his
friend
,
angrily
.
“
There
’
s
women
and
children
in
this
car
.
You
ain
’
t
going
to
draw
the
fire
here
.
”
“
Well
,
that
’
s
to
be
thought
of
,
”
said
the
other
,
allowing
himself
to
be
pacified
,
but
still
holding
his
pistol
.
