"Joe!" called Hippy sharply. "If these rough-necks don't go instanter, trim 'em right."
"Don't set Henry on them. They might hurt him," called Grace.
"Get out!" commanded Hippy.
The three men got, but before going they warned the Overland Riders that they would have the law on them for shooting at officers in the discharge of their duty.
In reply, Hippy waved a hand and grinned, and the men rode away rather more rapidly than they had come into the camp.
"Great thought of yours, J. Elfreda," complimented Lieutenant Wingate.
"Elfreda uses her head, Hippy. How much better than flying into a rage and threatening your enemy with dire things," reminded Grace.
"You don't always do that yourself," retorted Hippy. "Thanks, Joe. Had it not been for you we might have had a disturbance."
"Aren't we ever going to have peace?" wailed Emma. "I know I shall have nervous prostration at this rate."
"Cheer up. Let the voice of nature soothe your troubled spirits and rise above such common things as mere officers of the law," comforted Hippy. "What next?"