"Have a care, friend Peakslow!" he said. "If you come upon my premises with a gun, threatening to shoot folks, I'll riddle you with small shot; I'll fill you as full of holes as a pepper-box!"
CHAPTER XXVI.
VICTORY.
Peakslow halted in the gap of the fence, his fury cooling before Lord Betterson's steady eyes and quiet threat.
Betterson went on, speaking deliberately, while his poised and ready barrels gave emphasis to his remarks,—
"You've talked a good deal of shooting, one time and another, friend Peakslow. I think it is about time to have done with that foolishness. Excuse my frankness."
"I've a right to defend my property and my premises!" said Peakslow, glowing and fuming, but never stepping beyond the gap.
"What property or premises, good neighbor? The horse is this young man's; and nobody has set foot on your land."
"That dog was on my land."