Matt was amazed.
"What's the matter with you, Legree?" he demanded.
"I'm just enjoying a situation that has a bad outlook for Brisco," was Legree's queer answer.
"It has a bad outlook for the boy, too," said Matt.
"Don't worry about Little Eva. I know him better than you do, and he'll take care of himself."
At this moment the Chinaman came out of the hotel office and handed the revolver to O'Grady.
"Oi've had about all Oi want av this rough-house!" shouted O'Grady, his temper badly warped by the disturbance and the blow Matt had dealt him. "Yez will shtay roight here, bedad, until Oi can have th' Chink go afther th' town marshal. Go f'r Jennings, Ping," he added, flourishing the weapon in the faces of Matt and Legree, "an hustle. We'll make this slab-soided roosther laugh on t'other soide av his face befure we're done wid him."
[CHAPTER V.]
MATT BEGINS A SEARCH.