Don't make the mistake, Mr.Burns, of thinking this country and all it contains is at the disposal of any chance stranger, just because we do not keep it under lock and key.

You are making rather free with another man's personal property, when you use my uncle's cattle for your rustling scenes." "Your uncle?
Well, I shall be very glad to make some arrangement with your uncle, if that is customary." "Why the doubt?
Are you in the habit of walking into a man's house, for instance, and using his kitchen to make pictures without permission?
Has it been your custom to lead a man's horses out of his stable whenever you chose, and use them for race pictures ?" "No, no--nothing like that.

Sorry to have infringed upon your property-rights, I am sure." Mr.Burns did not sound so chuckly now; but that may have been because the three picture-rustlers were quite openly pleased at the predicament of their director.

"It never occurred to me that--" "That the cattle were not as free as the hills ?" The quiet voice of Jean searched out the tenderest places in the self-esteem of Robert Grant Burns.

She tossed the blank-loaded gun back upon the ground and turned to her horse.