“How can I make them stop?”
“You can lock them up, if necessary. I can point them out to you, if you'll step to the window.”
But the other made no move. “I reckon if they're follerin' you, they've got some reason for it. Have you been makin' trouble in the camps?” He asked this question with sudden force, as if it had occurred to him that it might be his duty to lock up Hal.
“No,” said Hal, speaking as bravely as he could—“no indeed, I haven't been making trouble. I've only been demanding my rights.”
“How do I know what you been doin'?”
The young miner was willing to explain, but the other cut him short. “You behave yourself while you're in this town, young feller, d'you see? If you do, nobody'll bother you.”
“But,” said Hal, “they've already threatened to bother me.”
“What did they say?”
“They said something might happen to me on a dark night.”
“Well, so it might—you might fall down and hit your nose.”