“Did they see the notice?”
“They did, and they care for it as little as I do.”
“Think they can ride over me, eh?” Hiram Skeetles took a turn up and down the apartment. “Must say the lot of ye are carryin’ matters with a high hand.”
“What did you do with Dan Marcy?” asked Joel Runnell, suddenly.
“That’s my business.”
“If you brought him along to worry us you did a very foolish thing,” went on the old hunter. “I haven’t forgotten how he tried to run down my girl with his ice boat.”
“Your gal had a right to git out o’ the way.”
“I won’t argue the point. But if Marcy worries me any more he’ll get something he won’t like.”
“We’ll see about this. I’ll call on the sheriff,” said Hiram Skeetles; and without another word he passed out of the lodge, and made his way toward the upper end of the lake.
Anxious to learn what would be the man’s next move, Joel Runnell followed. But Skeetles broke into a run, and soon disappeared from view among a patch of woods.