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"YES— all intact," he purred blandly, and returned the box of cartridges to their place. He consumed his "little something" to drink in contented silence and glanced at the clock. "H'm— midnight," he said. "Twelve o'clock, in fact. We've had a dangerous day, Squire— and I'm not ashamed to say honestly that danger is a thing that―"
"Makes me savage"— snarled Fortworth— and looked it.
"Well, no, not savage," said Mr. Bunn mildly. "I was going to say hungry. I don't feel particularly savage, but I certainly feel half-starved."
Fortworth stared.
"But man alive, you ate a dinner not four hours ago that would have staggered the open dinner champion of the world!"
"I ate rather less than half you got away with," declared Mr. Bunn, and added peremptorily, "And, even so, what of it? That's
