“No. That was––no matter who. I talked them out of it, and was sorry for it afterwards.”
“But you did say you’d drive me out of the Park.”
“Yes, and I’d have done it any way short of––”
“Sending me out in a coffin! But we all lost our tempers, of course.”
“And with good reason on our side,” retorted Huntington stoutly.
“Perhaps. But I’ll ask you to remember that everything I did was open and aboveboard. If any of your cattle strayed, if any of your fences were cut, I had nothing to do with it.”
“I believe you––now, after what Thursby’s told me.”
“Thank you. We make progress. But there are two things more. Who cut the fence of my winter pasture?”
For a moment Huntington was silent, his face reddening.