“It’s about this water. The boys want to know if they ain’t to have a drink.”
“No; no more to-night,” replied Young Van.
“But—but—” Dimond hesitated.
“Wait a minute,” said Van abruptly. He entered the tent, found his canteen where he had dropped it, brought it out, and handed it to Dimond.
“This is my canteen. It’s all I have a right to give anybody. Now, shut up and get out.”
Dimond hesitated, then swung the canteen over his shoulder and disappeared without a word.
“Gus,” said Paul Carhart, quietly.
“Oh! I didn’t see you there.”
“Wasn’t that something of a gallery play?”