“Sure! You helped him waste his money. Then, when he goes loco like he always does, you’re for beatin’ of him up. My lawsy! if there’s anything on top o’ this here airth more ornery than that I ain’t never seen it.”
CHAPTER XIII—AN URSINE HOLDUP
Peters was still struggling with his captors and talking wildly. He evidently did not know his own daughter.
“Well, what you goin’ to do with him?” demanded Bob, the pipeman. “We ain’t expected to stand and hold him all day, if we ain’t goin’ to be ’lowed to hang him—the ornery critter!”
“You shet up, Bob Davis!” said Min. “You ain’t no pulin’ infant yourself when you’re drunk, and you know it.”
The other men began laughing at the angry miner, and Bob admitted:
“Well, s’posin’ that’s so? I’m sober now. And I got work to do. So’s these other fellows. What you want done with Flapjack?”
Ruth Fielding was so deeply interested for Min’s sake that she could not help interfering.
“Oh, Min, isn’t there a doctor in this camp?”