“That’s my business, too.”
“Well, when you try to stick me with it that makes it my business! I guess it would be better for all concerned if you just moseyed out of here, Marino!”
Teddy felt himself growing hot under the collar at the consummate nerve of the man. Standing there arguing a question of ethics just after having tried to murder him!
“Throwin’ a guy out this time of night, hey?” Marino demanded.
“Yes—I’m throwing you out. Going?”
The Pup looked over toward the corral, then back to Teddy. He grinned sardonically.
“Not havin’ no more reason for stayin’, I’ll be on my way,” he declared. “Soon as I—” He made a move toward his knife.
Teddy took a quick step forward, and put his foot on the weapon.
“That stays here,” the boy said grimly. “Where’s your pony?”
Marino motioned with his thumb toward a group of trees on the edge of the ranch yard.