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IRISH WORKS FOR THE CAUSE.
Big Medicine with Weary and Chip to bear him company, rode up to the shack nearest his own, which had been hastily built by a raw-boned Dane who might be called truly Americanized.

Big Medicine did not waste time in superfluities or in making threats of what he meant to do.

He called the Dane to the door--claim-jumpers were keeping close to their cabins, these days--and told him that he was on another man's land, and asked him if he meant to move.
"Sure I don't intend to move!" retorted the Dane with praiseworthy promptness.

"I'm going to hold 'er down solid." "Yuh hear what says, boys." Big Medicine turned to his companions "He ain't going to git off'n my land, he says.