"You were not at home yesterday, so I came again." He glanced uneasily over his shoulder, and drew the door shut between himself and whoever was within.

"You damn' cur," he growled, "yuh know yuh ain't no friend uh the Kings." "I know you're all mighty unneighborly," I said, making me a cigarette in the way that cowboys do.

"I asked a young lady--your daughter, I suppose--for a drink of water.

She told me to go to the creek." He laughed at that; evidently he approved of his daughter's attitude.
"Beryl knows how to deal with the likes uh you," he muttered relishfully.
"And she hates the Carletons bad as I do.

Get off my place, young man, and do it quick!" "Sure!" I assented cheerfully, and jabbed the spurs into Shylock--taking good care that he was beaded north instead of south.