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Part 2

“You gonna hold th’ boss’ hand all day,” demanded McCarthy finally, “with Flynn an’ me here waitin’ to shake with you? An’ about a thousand people outside waitin’ to do th’ same--includin’ Neeson, an’ Buckley, an’ Dwyer?”

“Let ’em wait!” grinned the new assistant wagon boss happily. “Times like this don’t come every day!”

[Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the November 7, 1925 issue of _Western Story Magazine.]