"What do I care for your wishes? Less than that, if I am doing the right thing and stand within my own rights;" and he snapped his fingers.
"Perhaps you may be sorry."
"That's my affair."
"Very well. I am to understand that you refuse to move the cattle on to-night."
"You've got it right."
The lieutenant bowed, and, turning, rode slowly away with an ugly scowl on his face.
"I reckon Little Bright Eyes has got it in fer you now," said Bud, who had ridden up in time to hear this part of the conversation. "He's aimin' ter do some dirty work, I reckon."
"Oh, bother him! He got me all worked up and angry, and that always makes me feel bad. I wish he had happened to be somewhere else. Forget him! We'll drive the herd in early in the morning. He couldn't have inspected the beeves this evening, anyway."
It took some little time to get the big herd in shape for the night, and Ted was washing himself and putting on some clean clothes when a soldier dashed up on a horse and asked for Mr. Strong.
"I am Strong," said Ted, rubbing his head and neck vigorously with a rough towel.