CHAPTER XXIX
SHEEPMAN––AND MORE
“So I just took his gun away from him and slapped him and sent him on,” said Joan.
“I thought that must have been the way of it,” Mackenzie said, sighing as if his last trouble had left him.
“When he tried to make me believe I wasn’t within seven miles of Dad Frazer’s camp I got my suspicions up. The idea of that little town rat trying to mix me up on my range! Well, I was a little off on my estimate of where the wagons were, but that was because they’d been moved so many times while I was over home.”
“I figured it that way, Joan.”
“But what do you suppose he was tryin’ to pull off on me, John, bringing me out here on the pretense you’d been all shot up in the fight with Hector Hall and wanted me?”
“I don’t know, Joan,” Mackenzie said, lying like the “kind of a gentleman” he was.