I'm on the other side, but I'm not for such things as that." Skelly distinctly saw Dick sitting on his horse in the pass, and he knew him well.

Rage tore at his heart.

Although on "the other side" this boy, too, was a lowlander and in a way a member of that vile Kenton brood.

He hated him, too, because he belonged to those who had more of prosperity and education than himself.

But Skelly was a man of resource and not a coward.
"You're right," he cried, "I'm Bill Skelly, an' we want your horses an' arms.