Jack had scarcely uttered the words when he felt a heavy hand placed upon his shoulder. He was whirled around, to find himself face to face with the oil promoter.
JACK WAS WHIRLED AROUND AND FACED THE OIL PROMOTER.
"So that is the way you are talking about me, is it?" cried Carson Davenport, in a rage. "Calling me a thief, and all that sort of thing! I reckon I have an account to settle with you, and I'll settle it right now. You come with me."
And thus speaking he grasped Jack by the arm and dragged him across the field to where his gang of men were at work.