"I'm sorry you won't listen to reason, for we may have to treat you mighty rough before this job is finished."
"Do the best you know how, but remember that I'm going to have something to say first," and Jet swung the cane threateningly.
"Better take him right out; we'll have visitors before long, an' it won't do to have sich a cub around," the leader of the party said, as he advanced, after having armed himself with several huge rocks.
Now the battle began in downright earnest.
Almost before Jet understood that the men were ready to make the attack a shower of stones were hurled against the shanty, and two came unpleasantly near his head as they were flung through the door.
"If one of them hits me the jig is up," Jet muttered, dodging his head barely in time to escape a huge fragment which would have crushed his skull like an eggshell.
"We'll give you one more chance to come out peaceable like," the leader cried, as he motioned for his companions to cease firing.
If it had not been for the ignominy of backing down from the bold stand he had taken, Jet would have accepted the invitation.
The small amount of money in his possession did not warrant a risk of life, and then again he was but delaying the real purpose of his life by remaining.
His pride prevented him from surrendering, and he made no reply.