A snicker or two, and one loud guffaw rewarded him for this insult to his absent foe. But Marion felt the color rising to her cheeks.
“It’s a year ago he’s seen him, ’way off, shinin’ in the sun,” explained Larkin. “He stops at the X bar O, an’ says he’ll give a thousand for him.”
“So that’s all you’ve got to go on, is it?” sneered Huntington.
“Yes,” answered Larkin uneasily.
“An’ you think he’ll make good, do you?”
“If a man’s word ain’t good he don’t stay in this country long, does he?”
“That’s right––he won’t stay long!” replied Huntington, with a savage laugh.
“You mean to say––” queried Larkin pointedly, leaning across the neck of his pony, and looking keenly into Huntington’s eyes.
“Nothing,” answered Huntington, lifting his huge shoulders.