"Oh, I guess not!"
Wallie calmly loosened the latigo.
Stott took a step toward him with his heavy jaw thrust out and his hand sought his hip pocket.
"Don't you take the saddle off that horse!" His tone was menacing.
A machine that had been purring in the distance passed, slowed up, and stopped a little way beyond the camp. Wallie heard it but did not look to see whom it might be bringing, as in answer to Stott's threat he dropped the cinch and laid his hand upon the horn.
"If you think I'm bluffing——"
For answer, Wallie pulled off the saddle.
Stott hesitated for the fraction of a second, then his arm shot out and Wallie dropped heavily from the blow beneath the ear which Stott dealt him.
There was a sharp cry behind him, but Wallie did not look around as, still dazed, he got to his feet slowly, with his eyes upon his antagonist.
"I warned you!" Stott chortled, and he put his hand behind him to conceal the brass knuckles he was wearing.