His round eyes glared resentfully at the man and the shack and at the three who were sitting there so quietly on their horses--just as if they had ridden up for a friendly call.

"Ain't this shack on your land ?" he spluttered to Andy.
"Why, yes.

It is, just right at present." Andy admitted, following the man's example in the matter of a smoke, except that Andy rolled and lighted a cigarette.

"He's going to move it, though." "Oh.

Thanks." With the one-sided smile.
"Say, you needn't thank ME," Andy protested in his polite tone.