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Gordon Craig - Soldier of Fortune by Randall Parrish
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"You 're not a bum, or you would n't be working."

I put one foot on the wheel, but he touched me on the sleeve with his
cane.

"Wait a minute," and there was more animation in the tone. "I may have
something better for you than this lumber wagon. I 'm right, ain't I,
in guessing you 're no regular bum?"

"I 've bummed it most of the way from Frisco; I had to. I was homesick
for the East, and lost my transportation."

"Your what?"

"Transportation; I was discharged at the Presidio."

"Oh, I see," smiling again, and tapping the wheel with his stick; "the
army--foreign service?"

"The Philippines three years; invalided home."

"By God, you don't look it," his eyes on me. "Never saw a more perfect
animal. Fever?"

"No, bolo wound; got caught in the brush, and then lay out in a swamp
all night, till our fellows got up."

He looked at his watch, and I climbed into my seat. "See here, I have
n't time to talk now, but I believe you are the very fellow I am
looking for. If you want an easier job than this," waving a gloved
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