“I am sorry, gentlemen, but I reckon you have hold of the wrong person—”
“Get down!” said one of the men briefly.
“I haven't any money, that's why I say you have hold of the wrong person.”
“We don't want your money.” The unexpectedness of this reply somewhat disturbed Norton.
“What do you want, then?” he asked.
“We got a word to say to you.”
“I can hear it in the saddle.”
“Get down!” repeated the man, a surly, bull-necked fellow. “Come—hurry up!” he added.
Norton hesitated for an instant, then swung himself out of the saddle and stood in the road confronting the spokesman of the party.
“Now, what do you wish to say to me?” he asked.