iolence and seldom hesitating at
extortion or pillage when the chance presented itself.

"I tell you, fellows," Bunny proclaimed hoarsely, "I'm going to get
square with that tin-soldier dude, Overton. I hear he's been made an
officer in the Army to-day. He feels bigger than all outdoors! He made a
kick that cost me the best job I ever had."

"Imagine Bunny working!" jeered one of the crowd.

"That was the beauty of the job," snarled Bunny. "It wasn't real work.
It was more like belonging to a club. I had to stand around a little,
and pass things, and so forth. But I got fifteen a month, my meals, and
three or four dollars a day in tips."

"I don't blame you, then, for being sore at losing the job," remarked
another young "labor" man of Bunny's own stripe. "That kind of job was a
good deal like easy graft."

"That's just what it was," rejoined Bunny feelingly. "And I lost it all
on account of that--_Say, fellows!_"

This last appeal Bunny whispered hoarsely. Then he pointed ahead down
the street.

"Here comes that soldier-loafer, Overton, now. And his friend with
him."

"Now's your chance to take it out, Bunny!" prodded one of the gang.

"Fellows," declared Bunny earnestly, "it's the chance for all of us to
take it out of that pair! Think how often the regulars have fired into
honest, hard-working men!"

By that designation Bunny referred to rioters.

"There's two of them, and they hain't got no guns or bayonets this
time," Bunny Hepburn continued hoarsely. "How many are there of us?"

"Twelve," replied another, "not counting Skinny Carroll."

"Skinny can work at his old game of lookout," muttered Bunny. "Get busy,
Skinny."

Skinny was an undersized, weazened little fellow, with a large,
badly-shaped head and an extremely bright pair of keen, fox-like eyes.
Many a time had he been lookout against the coming of the police, while
stronger, harder-handed companions carried out some piece of violence
against law and order.

With a chuckle Skinny promptly turned and fled to the next corner, where
he could watch four ways at once.

Bunny's companions found themselves committed to a new deed before they
quite realized it.

"My pop has often told you fellows all about the soldiers," went on
Bunny quickly. "Now, we've got a chance to settle one score for labor.
We'll sail into that pair like a ton of brick. Use 'em up! Don't be
gentle, or turn faint-hearted! Remember, there's enough of us to swear
to a good