"Hope you had a good night's sleep," said the owner of Red Rock ranch.
"Fine," answered Dick sarcastically. "Your feather beds can't be beat."
"And the quilts were extra warm," put in Sam, catching his cue from his brother.
"Humph! Your night here doesn't seem to have tamed you down much," growled Sack Todd.
"I said they were gamy youngsters," came from the long-nosed man.
"They showed that when they were on the houseboat."
"I want to question you," said Sack Todd, setting down his lantern.
"How many were there in your party?"
"How many did you catch?" questioned Dick, at the same time pinching his brother's arm to make Sam keep quiet.
"You answer my question, boy!" growled the owner of the ranch.
"Why don't you answer mine?"
"I am not here to answer questions."