Of course Paul made a prompt retreat. It would have been worse than useless, just then, to have remained where he was, with his hands on the stockade gate.
The party outside could not see Captain Grady, but from the direction of his voice they knew he was on the other side of the stockade at a point where several peep and gun holes covered the entrance.
"That's right, you better git back!" went on the captain, as Paul retreated.
"See here, Grady, what does this mean?" demanded Caleb Dottery, as he advanced in the direction of the guard openings.
"It means that I have got possession of this ranch, which rightfully belongs to me, and I mean to keep it," was the grim reply, delivered with great force and distinctness.
"The Winthrop boys deny yer rights."
"That makes no difference. I know what's what."
"Open the gate and let us talk it over quietly," went on Dottery, who was naturally a peaceably inclined individual.
"I'm not opening the gate just now. Those boys can go away. I don't mind you coming around, but I don't want those boys here."
"Well, you'll have to put up with us," cried Chet, angrily. "Now, open the gate, or we'll smash it down!"