They entered the barn and sat down on a couple of half barrels that served for stools.
"Mr. Sawyer, you've treated me fust rate since you've been here and I want to do you a good turn and put you on your guard."
Quincy laughed.
Hiram continued, "Well, maybe you won't laugh if Bob Wood tackles you. I won't tell you how I found it out for I'm no eavesdropper, but keep your eye on Bob Wood and look out he don't play no mean tricks on you."
Quincy remarked, "I suppose Mr. Strout is at the bottom of this and he has hired this Bob Wood to do what he can't do himself."
"I guess you have got it about right, Mr. Sawyer," said Hiram. "Can you fight?" he asked of Quincy.
"I am a good shot with a rifle," Quincy replied. "I can hit the ace of hearts at one hundred feet with a pistol."
"I don't mean that," said Hiram. "Can you fight with yer fists?"
"I don't know much about it," said Quincy with a queer smile.
"Then I am afraid you will find Bob Wood a pretty tough customer. He can lick any two fellers in town. Why, he polished off Cobb's twins one day in less than five minutes, both of 'em."