“Suppose there was a revolver pointed straight at your head. What would you do then?”
“You were a dunce for letting them get that way.”
“Suppose there were three men, and while one of them had your head covered with a pistol, another should ride up and lay hold of your bridle? I don’t reckon you would help yourself much.”
“Did they have you that way? Then I beg your pardon,” said Bill, extending his hand. “They didn’t give you much show, did they? But you threatened them, didn’t you?”
“No; I simply told them that I was next of kin and wanted to see the will. I could tell whether it was a fraud or not. I recognized my brother’s handwriting at once, but I told them it was a lie out of the whole cloth.”
“And does the will make the boy his heir?”
“It does. Now I want to go to Austin and get there before Chisholm does. I can put him to some trouble before he handles that stock.”
“Is Chisholm going there?”
“He must, to get the will probated.”
“Then you just take my advice and keep away from Austin. Chisholm would shoot you down as soon as he would look at you. You don’t know Chisholm. He’s a mighty plain-spoken man when he’s let alone, but you get his dander up and he’s just lightning. He has got an idea that you are trying to cheat Bob out of his money and that you are a rascal. No, sir; you keep away from Chisholm.”