That's my business--I'm th' captain of the vigilantes." "That's too bad," sympathized Mr.Cassidy, moving forward a step.
Mr.Travennes looked put out and backed off.

"What yu mean, stickin' me up this-away ?" He asked indignantly.
"Yu needn't go an' get mad," responded Mr.Cassidy.

"Just business.

Yore cayuse an' another shore climbed this corral fence last night an' ate up our bronchs, an' I just nachurly want to know about it." Mr.Travennes looked his surprise and incredulity and craned his neck to see for himself.

When he saw his horse peacefully scratching itself he swore and looked angrily up the street.