And remember this, Peg, we're going to mind our
own business; but we don't stand for any bother from you, or those with
you. Understand that?"
Peg looked at him long and steadily. The eyes of Frank never wavered
in the slightest degree.
"All right," said Peg, finally, as his own eyes dropped. "You wait and
see; that's what! This thing's been hanging fire a long time now; and
some day we're bound to have it out, Frank Haywood. My dad's after
yours with a sharp stick; and perhaps the trouble is going to come down
to the next generation. You'll get yours good and plenty when the
right time comes!"
He turned away, and, limping to where the slope could be reached by
skirting the edge of the pool, laboriously commenced to climb,
following the tracks of the three horses.
"There's one of his guides up yonder, Frank," remarked Bob; "sitting on
the top of the bank. Looks to me like he was grinning to beat the
band."
"Yes, that's Nick Jennings," replied Frank. "Used to work on the
Circle Ranch, but he got his walking papers because he was caught
stealing from the other men. He's got a grudge against me because I'm
a Haywood. But Nick likes a joke as well as any cowboy; and who could
keep a straight face after seeing what happened here? Look a little
farther on, and you'll just glimpse the colored handkerchief Spanish
Joe wears on his head."
"I see him peeping at us from behind the bushes," returned Bob.
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