CHAPTER IX
PUNISHMENT
The cattleman strode into the bunk house, where young Sanderson sat sulkily on a bed under the persuasion of Curly's rifle.
"Have this boy's horse saddled and brought around, Curly."
"You're the doctor," answered the cowboy promptly, and forthwith vanished outdoors to obey instructions.
Phil looked sullenly at his captor, and waited for him to begin. One of his hands was under the pillow of the cot upon which he sat. His fingers circled the butt of a revolver he had found there, where one of the riders had chanced to leave it that morning.
"I'm going to turn you loose to go home to the hills," Weaver told him.
"And my sister?"