“Yes!” acknowledged Jim, becoming alert. And he wasted no time beating about.
“You wish to know the name of the man who Union-Jacked your cayuse?”
“The name of the boundah who painted my mare!––you just jolly-well bet your boots I do, sir!”
“Well,––I know it.”
“Yes––yes!”
“Does your offer of a thousand dollars still hold good?”
“Till midnight, to-night;––certainly!”
“Good! Make out a cheque now and hand it over to Mr. Todd as umpire.”
“Doesn’t the word of DeRue Hannington bally-well suit everyone here?” exclaimed the Englishman in a hurt tone.