Bryant grabbed it and started to the door with it. Bob opened the drawer of the desk, took out a revolver, and aiming at him, said:
"Here's something to go with it."
Bryant wheeled around and found himself looking down the muzzle of the revolver.
CHAPTER VIII.–Broker Bryant and the Boys.
When Broker Bryant saw the muzzle of a revolver staring him in the face he turned white as a sheet.
"Just drop that fleece on the desk there; if you please," said Bob very coolly.
He laid it down without saying a word, never once taking his eyes off the revolver.
"You may go now," Bob said. "You can't get any fleece out of this office."
"Put up that gun. You are making a fool of yourself," said Bryant finally.