"You goin' to drag him out?"
Wallie made no answer but touched his horse and galloped until he was ahead of Canby and the drowning horse. Making a megaphone of his hands he yelled.
Canby lifted his wild eyes to the bank.
"Throw me a rope!" he shrieked.
A slow, tantalizing smile came to Wallie's face. Very distinctly he called back:
"How much damages will you give me for driving your cattle into my wheat?"
"Not a damn cent!"
The rope Wallie had been swinging about his head to test the loop promptly dropped.
The horse was swimming lower at every stroke.
"Five hundred!" Fear and rage were in Canby's choking voice.