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Updated: June 23, 2025
The news that the great English syndicate was looking into the C. & W. A. L R. R. was soon around the office, and each habitue had a bright word for the colonel, congratulating him on the favorable turn his affairs had taken. All but old Klutchem, a broker in unlisted securities, who had been trying for weeks to get a Denver land scheme before the same syndicate, and had failed.
It was at once decided to head off the broker, Fitz keeping an eye on his office every half hour in the hope that he might turn up, and I completing the arrangements for the colonel's bail so as to forestall the possibility of his remaining in custody overnight. Fitz spent the day in efforts to lay hands on Klutchem in order to prevent the law performing the same service for the colonel.
The colonel's eyes now fairly blazed, and his voice trembled with suppressed anger. "I did take you, suh, for a gentleman. I find I am mistaken. And you refuse to go, and" "Yes!" roared Klutchem, his voice splitting the air like a tomahawk.
Klutchem looked at him in perfect astonishment. "What for?" The colonel's color rose. "That this matter may be settled properly, suh. I insulted you publicly in my office. I wish to apologize in the same way. It is my right, suh." "But I can't walk. Look at that foot, big as a hatbox." "My friends will assist you, suh. I will carry yo' crutches myself. Consider my situation.
"What does all this mean, Fitz?" I asked, spreading my letter out. "I give it up, Major. The last I saw of the colonel was at two o'clock. He was then in the private office writing. That old wind-bag Klutchem had been worrying him, I heard, and the colonel sat down on him hard. But he had forgotten all about it when I talked to him, for he was as calm as a clock.
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