"No, me plenty flaid wolf," answered the Chinaman, shaking his head violently.
"All right, Song. I givee you shotgun. Next time you see wolf, plenty shoot. Savvy?"
"All light. You givee me gun, I shootee wolf plenty. Makee go 'ki-yi' and lun belly fast."
Song went away with a grin on his face like a crack in a piece of stale cheese.
"Stella, you've solved it. I believe whoever put that message there heard our conversation, and at least they'll hate us a bit worse than before, if that is possible."
"Let them bark, the wolves. I never was afraid of a wolf, anyhow. If you want to throw me into spasms show me a bobcat. That's the fighting animal."
During breakfast the boys were shown the warning that had been posted beside the door, and it was decided to pay no attention to it, but to watch for the appearance of a messenger from the "Flying Demons," and if one was caught to make it hot for him.
Ted had no doubt but Creviss and his gang would try to injure the broncho boys by every means in their power, but until they committed some overt act the boys could hardly afford to become the aggressors.
For several days nothing happened, and the Moon Valley Ranch went the even tenor of its way.
Preparations were under way for the fall round-up, and Ted had received letters from several heavy stock buyers that they would be present at that time to make their selections of such cattle as they desired to buy.