“All right,” replied the lad, yawning.
“What you doin’ heah by the door?” demanded the man.
“Maybe I was trying to get out. What?” laughed the fat boy.
“I don’t reckon as you’ll be gittin’ out till ye go with me, an’ don’t ye try any monkeyshines, ’cause I’ve got er gun in my hand an’ I’ll use it on ye, ye cheap rustler. Git ’round in front of me whar I kin see ye!”
“I’ll bet you I get away,” answered Chunky, “and I’ll have the law on this outfit for what it has done to me!”
Whack! He brought the oak stick down on the head of the cowpuncher.
The fellow went down in a heap, whereupon Stacy Brown stepped out, closed and locked the door behind him and walked calmly away.
“When I get riled I’m a pretty bad man,” admitted the Overland boy, chuckling to himself.
CHAPTER XXI
JUDY BRINGS TIDINGS
At first the two Overland Riders in the mountain cabin thought Sam Conifer had been mortally wounded, but after they had pulled themselves together, washed his face and examined his wound, they decided that it might not be so serious after all. A bullet had laid about four inches of the forehead open, but did not seem to have done the skull injury.