“What does this tommyrot mean?” the sheepman demanded angrily.
“It means that you are coming back with me to the ranch. That’s what it means.”
“What for?”
“Never you mind what for.”
“Oh, go to Mexico,” Cass flung back impatiently. “Think we’re in some fool moving-picture play, you blamed young idiot. Put up that gun.”
Shrilly Bob retorted. He was excited enough to be dangerous. “Don’t you get the wrong idea. I’m going to make this stick. You’ll turn and go back with me to the Circle C.”
“And you’ll travel to Yuma first thing you know, you young Jesse James. What you need is a pair of leather chaps applied to your hide.”
“You’ll go home with me, just the same.”
“You’ve got one more guess coming, kid. I’ll not go without knowing why.”
“You’re wanted for the W. & S. Express robbery. Blackwell has confessed.”