“I wouldn’t go in for ’em,” interrupted the other contemptuously, and Stelton grunted.
“As you like about that. Every gopher to his own hole,” remarked Bud. “But if you had, and I guess you would if you thought there was more money in it, you would certainly insist on your rights on the range, wouldn’t you?” 15
“I might try.”
“And if you tried you’d be pretty sure to succeed, I imagine.”
“It’s likely; I allow as how I’m a pretty good hand at succeedin’.”
“Well, so am I. I haven’t got very far yet, but I am on my way. I didn’t come out here to make a failure of things, and I don’t intend to. Now, all I want is to run my sheep north on to the Montana range where my ranch is.”
“How many are there?” This from Stelton.
“Five flocks of about two thousand each.”
Bissell snorted and turned in his chair.
“I won’t allow it, young man, an’ that’s all I’ve got to say. D’ye think I’m a fool?”