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“So I knew.”

“And, of course, the Wells Fargo company air going to make a hot time about it.”

“I think they ought to.”

The people in the room, loafers and all, were staring at the tall scout.

“It don’t make any difference to me about that,” spoke up Juniper Joe. “I surrendered my stuff into your hands; and, of course, I’m goin’ to see that the company makes good the loss; that’s all. You’d do the same, if me.”

“But you forget that it was you who suggested the plan of sendin’ it out with them prospectors!” the agent shot at him.

“I thought it was a good scheme; ’twould have been, if somebody hadn’t been too free with his mouth. I ain’t sayin’ who it was. But somebody on the inside hustled the news to the road agents. That ain’t my fault; and my scheme cain’t be blamed fer it.”

“Oh, well! you’ve put in your claim, and that settles it!” the agent snapped back.

“It don’t settle it until I see the company’s money!” Juniper Joe told him; then went out of the office.

When Buffalo Bill and his pards left, after a talk with the agent, they were no wiser then when they went.