“No, but neither am I. And I might as well tell you first and last that those sheep are coming north. Now, if you do the fair thing you will tell your cowboys the fact so they won’t make any mistakes. I have given you fair warning, and if anything happens to those sheep you will be held responsible.”
“Is that all you got to say?” asked Bissell, sarcastically.
“Yes.”
“Well, then, I’ll do the talkin’. I’d as leave 16 see Indians stampedin’ my cows into the river as have your sheep come over the range. Since you’ve given me what you call a fair warning, I’ll give you one. Leave your critters where they are. If you don’t do it you’ll be a sight wiser and also a mighty sight poorer before I get through with ’em.”
“Just what do you mean by that?” asked Larkin.
“I ain’t sayin’ nothin’ more than that now, because I’m a slow hand at makin’ ornery promises, seein’ I always keep ’em. But I’m just tellin’ you, that’s all.”
“Is that your last word on the subject?” asked Larkin.
“It is, an’ I want Stelton here to remember I said it.”
“Then we won’t say anything more about the matter,” replied Bud calmly, as he rose. “I’ll go outside and look to my horse.”
“You’ll stay the night with us, won’t you?” asked Bissell anxiously.