"You look at it in a prejudiced way," returned the broker, apparently not in the least ruffled. "What is your answer?"
The lieutenant was thoughtful for a space.
"I have no power to promise you immunity," said he.
"You will take it up with your superior officer at Fort Totten?"
"I won't say that, but I will say that I will think it over."
"That is all I can ask. How about you, McGlory?"
"Sufferin' wildcats!" gurgled McGlory. "Have I got to answer that? Have I——"
"He'll think it over, Murgatroyd," broke in Cameron, "just as I intend doing. Where is Motor Matt?"
"That is my secret," and the wily broker actually smiled.
"Is he far from here?"