“Not that I’m afraid of him though,” declared Ned. “Only I don’t want a row right off the bat. If he tries to make me knuckle under to him he’ll find he’s got more than he can handle. Dad gave me a free rein on this business and I intend to have it.”
“This is the way they led ’em,” said Hinkee Dee, riding along and pointing to the ground.
“I think you’re wrong,” put in the Parson, quietly.
“Wrong? What do you mean?” demanded the assistant foreman, and his voice sounded threatening.
“I mean the signs show they went over there,” and he pointed in the direction of some low hills.
“Huh! that shows how much you know about it!” sneered Hinkee Dee. “There’s no grass left over there and these fellows have to have fodder to keep the cattle a week or more before they move to sell ’em. You’re wrong!”
“I think I’m right, Hinkee.”
“So do I,” chimed in Gimp.
“Sure he’s right,” said several others, and as there seemed to be no one to side with Felton, he shrugged his shoulders and said: