This house was store, office, and residence combined, and
several clerks were about. But these clerks did not have pale faces and
bent backs. They were mostly strong-limbed, broad-shouldered men with
tanned faces.
"They work out of doors," said Mr. Pollock briefly. "Some are to go with
the fleet up the rivers, others have been as far as the West Indies
accumulating supplies. It is necessary for them all to be able to write
and shoot."
Henry liked their looks, but he did not have a chance to speak to any of
them as Mr. Pollock quickly led the way Into a small inner office, where
he motioned Henry to a chair and took one himself. Henry was now within
narrower walls than those that confined him in the prison, but he felt a
huge sense of relief. He was free. If he wanted to open the door and walk
out he could do so. He expanded his great chest and took a mighty breath.
Mr. Pollock heard the suspiration, looked up, and laughed. He understood
perfectly.
"I'd feel that way, too, if I had been in your place," he said. "Now what
we want to do is to devise some plan of trapping your friend and enemy.
Mr. Wyatt. What do you think?"
"Once," replied Henry, "when, he was carrying war belts between the
Shawnees and Miamis we simply seized him and took them away from him.
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