CHAPTER III.
MISSING.
The conversation was taking a dangerous shape.

Harvey saw that it would not do for him to stay.

Both these men were fierce enough to fly at his throat.

That little cabin in the woods was liable to become the scene of a tragedy unless he bridled his tongue or went away.
Disdaining to say so much as "good-night," he rose to his feet, opened the door, shut it behind him, and walked out in the blustery darkness.
"I would rather spend the night fighting tigers than to keep the company of such miscreants.

But the new hands will be here in a few days, and the fellows will be taught a lesson which they will remember all their lives.