"Now what ?" he wanted to know.
"Now You'll wait till Dave gits here to hang yuh fer horse-stealing!" shrilled Pop.

"Jerry! Oh, Jerry! Where be yuh?
I got 'im, by Christmas--I got the horse thief--caught him carryin good grub right outa the house!" "Look out, Jerry!" called Bud, glancing quickly toward the bunk-house.
Now, Pop had without doubt been a man difficult to trick in his youth, but he was old, and he was excited, tickled over his easy triumph.

He turned to see what was wrong with Jerry.
"Look out, Pop, you old fool, You'll bust a blood-vessel if you don't quiet down," Bud censured mockingly, wresting the gun from the clawing, struggling old man in his arms.

He was surprised at the strength and agility of Pop, and though he was forcing him backward step by step into the machine shed, and knew that he was master of the situation, he had his hands full.
"Wildcats is nothing to Pop when he gets riled," Jerry grinned, coming up on the run.

"I kinda expected something like this.