"Why not?"
"None of your business," snapped out Hank.
"Oh!"
"You mind yours, strictly, or there will be trouble," warned Buck, and Bart saw from the look in his hard face that he was a dangerous man, once aroused. "You do this job with neatness and dispatch, and it will mean a good deal more than a dollar."
"Crackey!" cried Bart, snapping the whip hilariously—"maybe this is one of those story-book happenings where a fellow strikes fame and fortune!"
"Maybe it is," assented Buck drily.
Bart climbed up to the seat. He started up the horse, the Tollivers following after the wagon till they reached the main road.
"When I get to the mill—" began Bart.
"We'll be there to meet you," announced Buck Tolliver.
"I don't see," growled Hank in an undertone to his brother, "why we would take any risk riding under that grass."