I know all about the water appropriation for the ranch I've bought; all about your sworn affidavit filed thirty years ago, with an accompanying map, certifying that a canal was built and water delivered to the land.

It's a matter of record.

Now you seek to reappropriate this water, or to have the right cancelled, and see where you wind up.

Thirty years ago men winked at false affidavits, but it's different to-day." The Mexican's white moustache drew up tight under his thick nose, disclosing his teeth in a snarl.
"You threaten me--me!" "I'm not threatening, only warning you.

Or if you wish a still milder word, let me say advising," Bryant rejoined.
The banker's eyes, however, continued to flash at the engineer, as if alive in their sockets and hunting a mark to strike.
"You accuse me of dishonour!" he exclaimed.