“That's what I said,” growled Snap.
“You're a liar!” shouted Dave, a crimson blot blurring with the brown on his cheeks. He jumped off the ground in his fury.
“It's true, Naab; he's my new foreman,” put in Holderness, suavely. “A hundred a month—in gold—and I've got as good a place for you.”
“Well, by G—d!” Dave's arms came down and his face blanched to his lips. “Holderness!”
“I know what you'd say,” interrupted the ranchman.
“But stop it. I know you're game. And what's the use of fighting? I'm talking business. I'll—”
“You can't talk business or anything else to me,” said Dave Naab, and he veered sharply toward his brother. “Say it again, Snap Naab. You've hired out to ride for this man?”
“That's it.”
“You're going against your father, your brothers, your own flesh and blood?”
“I can't see it that way.”