Why queer?
What 're y'u drivin' at, Uncle John ?" "Wal, wouldn't you git kind of a hunch thet the rustlers was--say a leetle friendly toward the sheepmen ?" Ellen felt a sudden vibrating shock.

The blood rushed to her temples.
Trembling all over, she rose.
"Uncle John!" she cried.
"Now, girl, you needn't fire up thet way.

Set down an' don't--" "Dare y'u insinuate my father has--" "Ellen, I ain't insinuatin' nothin'," interrupted the old man.

"I'm jest askin' you to think.

Thet's all.