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“My name is George Robbins, and I’m a good deal farther back; and, as you can see, I’m down on my luck. But there’s no need going into my hard-luck story; it’s like a lot of our stories here. You see where we are–hardly shoes to our feet; not because we have been shiftless or idle, or have wronged anybody; yet the cutthroats and thieves in the penitentiary have had better fare and suffered less with cold and hunger than we have. And it’s not that we are fools, either; we’re not uneducated. There are at least three other college men in our community; there’s Doc Russell–“

“I am,” drawled Russell; “much good it’s done me; but I won honors at the University of Iowa.”

“I didn’t win any honors, but I went to the State University–was graduated there before I went to Harvard. But–you aren’t Teddy Russell, Teddy Russell of the Glee Club and the football eleven?”

“Yes, I am Teddy Russell.”

“E. D. Russell, of course; why didn’t I guess? You were there two years before me, but I daresay they are talking of you still; and the way you won a touchdown with a broken rib on you, and the time all the rest of the Glee Club missed the train at Fairport, going to Lone Tree, and you went on with the banjoes and were the whole thing for three-quarters of an hour! Well, I’m glad to meet you, Doctor. Let us have a good song or two together after business.”

Russell unconsciously felt for the cravat which was not round his soiled and frayed collar; he buttoned his wreck of a frock coat. “Yes, we will,” he began, but his voice stuck in his throat as the captain’s rough grasp gripped his arm.

“I guess not,” said the captain; “business first, young feller!”

Russell shook off the hand, muttering something too low for Robbins’ ear; but Robbins sidled nearer to him, so near that he was able to exchange a single glance and to see Russell’s lips form the words, “Watch Orr!” They understood each other.

“Weren’t you from Ann Arbor yourself, Captain?” said Robbins, grabbing at any straw of peace.

“I’ve been too poor ever since the war to remember whether I ever had a college education or not,” retorted the captain with a sneer. “I belong to the people now; their cause is my cause. Where do you belong? We’ve tended your folks when you were sick, and helped you lay by your crops, and driven the mortgage sharks off your stuff. Say, what are you doing now? Are you monkeying around to turn traitor or coward, or what’s the matter?”

“We’re all right, Captain,” answered Russell, the western burr on his tongue as soft and leisurely as ever, and no hint of excitement in his manner; “but I see no harm in letting Mr. Wallace answer our questions before we fly off the handle.” So saying, before the captain realized his purpose he edged through the crowd to Wallace’s side. Robbins followed him; and the eyes of all the others turned to the three menacing and eager.

“All I ask is to answer questions and to make my proposition to you,” said Wallace, his fearless young eyes running round the circle. “If you don’t like it you can refuse and send me home–to make other arrangements.”

“No, we ain’t going to send you home,” said Orr. It was the first time that he had spoken. Wallace flashed a keen glance at him and spoke his next words directly to him. “But I’m sure you won’t want to do it. You see, I’m your last chance and you have to examine it!”

They had not expected such an answer. A little vibration ran like a wave over the gaunt, ferociously attentive faces. Wallace’s eyes were fixed on Orr’s face, which did not change. Orr’s hand was in the breast of his ragged waistcoat.