There are bad men in this Tonto--some of the worst that didn't get shot in Texas.

Jorth will have some of these fellows....
Now, are we goin' to wait to be sheeped off our range an' to be murdered from ambush ?" "No, we are not," replied Jean, quietly.
"Wal, come down to the house," said the rancher, and led the way without speaking until he halted by the door.

There he placed his finger on a small hole in the wood at about the height of a man's head.
Jean saw it was a bullet hole and that a few gray hairs stuck to its edges.

The rancher stepped closer to the door-post, so that his head was within an inch of the wood.

Then he looked at Jean with eyes in which there glinted dancing specks of fire, like wild sparks.
"Son, this sneakin' shot at me was made three mawnin's ago.