I'm thirsting for information." "Well, it strikes me you've got it coming," said Frosty.

"I always had your father sized up as being closed-mouthed, but I didn't think he made such a thorough job of it as all that.

Old King has sure got it in for the Ragged H--or Bay State, if yuh'd rather call us that; and the Ragged H boys don't sit up nights thinking kind and loving thoughts about him, either.

Thirty years ago your father and old King started jangling over water-rights, and I guess they burned powder a-plenty; King goes lame to this day from a bullet your old man planted in his left leg." I dropped the flag and started him off again.

"It's news to me," I put in, "and you can't tell me too much about it." "Well," he said, "your old man was in the right of it; he owns all the land along Honey Creek, right up to White Divide, where it heads; uh course, he overlooked a bet there; he should have got a cinch on that pass, and on the head uh the creek.