That's what comes from hiding, Peg."
"Bah! guess I'll do just whatever I want," spluttered the other, wiping
his dripping face on his sleeve without doing either much good,
however. "And do you know what I think?"
"Well, no, I must say I don't happen to be a mind reader, Peg. Suppose
you tell me," replied the unruffled Bob, who had taken the measure of
the other, and knew he might be set down as a great boaster, but one
not particularly dangerous when it came to a show-down.
"I believe you just did that on purpose, that's what," Peg went on,
hotly. "You've got it in for me ever since that time we had our little
affair, when I laid a hand on the Mexican girl who sassed me. You just
knew I'd jump up in a hurry if you made out you was going to shoot; and
I bet you even remembered this lake at the bottom of the slope. Oh! it
worked all right; but don't you forget; my time will come. I'm going
to pay you back in full! I've got friends who'll stick by me, all
right. Bah! what're you two fellers doing here on Thunder Mountain,
anyhow?"
A new suspicion had apparently seized upon Peg. He viewed their
presence as a personal insult; just as though they might have plotted
to forestall him in the glorious adventure he had planned to carry out.
"Well, if the old mountain belongs to you," spoke up Frank, thinking it
time he took a hand in the talk, "we'll ask you to excuse us, and back
out. But I don't think you have any claim on it; so we'll hang around
as long as we see fit.
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