“What’s that?”
“You killed my bull, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did! But it was a question of yours or mine. They were fighting, and mine was getting the worst of it.”
“And it never occurred to you to let the best one win?”
“No. I was angry. It was the day that––” He caught himself, and looked in fresh alarm at Marion.
“The day that––” Haig prompted.
“No matter. I was angry. I’ll pay you what the bull was worth.”
“No. Settle that with Thursby. Is there anything more?”
“Nothing except the cause of the whole trouble. You took more than your share.”
“We might talk all day and all night about that, and come to no understanding. But I’ll tell you what I’ve done. I’ve suggested to Thursby that he and you and the rest of them go into a pool. There’s enough pasture for all of you if––”