“No; who's he?”

“I'm Red Rob.”

“Well, that don't tell me nothing.”

“You're a stranger, ain't ye?”

“Yes.”

“Thought so, and a crook?”

“W'at of it?”

“Where are you from?”

“Say, Mister Red Rob, it strikes me that you're askin' a lot of questions. Rattler, jest git up in the boat an' take away them barkers o' hisn. Ef he moves I'll down him.”

Chick arose obediently, and took away the fellow's weapons.