"Oh, well, now, neighbor Jennings, you mustn't take it too hard; you know these men are good capable men."
"They are capable enough," put in Deering, "but we want a change."
"Then make it," laughed Russell, good-naturedly defiant.
"We will make it, bet y'r boots," said Amos Ridings.
"Let's see yeh," was Russell's parting word, delivered with a jaunty wave of his hand.
The farmers rode home full of smoldering wrath. They were in fighting humor, and only needed an organizer to become a dangerous force.
[VII.]
The farmers oust the ring.
The following Saturday Bradley, who was still at work with Milton, saw Amos Ridings gallop up and dismount at the gate, and call Jennings out, and during the next two hours, every time he looked up he saw them in deep discussion out by the pig pen. Part of the time Jennings faced Amos, who leaned against the fence and whittled a stick, and part of the time he talked to Jennings who leaned back against the fence on his elbows, and studied Amos whittling the rail. Mrs. Jennings at last called them all to dinner, and still the question remained apparently unsolved, though they changed the conversation to crops and the price of wheat.