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U man, and yuh had it comm’. Now you’re—gittin’—it—done—right!”

      If you have ever seen an irate, proletarian mother cuffing her offspring over an empty wood-box, you may picture perhaps the present proceeding of Big Medicine. To many a man the thing would have been unfeasible, after the first blow, because of the horses. But Big Medicine was very nearly all that he claimed to be; and one of his pet vanities was his horsemanship; he managed to keep within a fine slapping distance of Dunk. He stopped when his hand began to sting through his glove.

      “Now you keep your hand away from that gun—that you ain’t honest enough to carry where folks can see it, but ‘ye got it cached in your pocket!” he thundered. “And go on with what you was goin’ t’say. Only don’t get swell-headed enough to think you’re a man, agin. You ain’t.”

      “I’ve got this to say!” Mere type cannot reproduce the malevolence of Dunk’s spluttering speech. “I’ve sent for the county sheriff and a dozen deputies to arrest you, and you, and you, damn you!” He was pointing a shaking finger at the older members of the Happy Family, whom he recognized not gladly, but too well. “I’ll have you all in Deer Lodge before that lying, thieving, cattle-stealing Old Man of yours can lift a finger. I’ll sheep Flying U coulee to the very doors of the white house. I’ll skin the range between here and the river—and I’ll have every one of you hounds put where the dogs won’t bite you!” He drew a hand across his mouth and smiled as they say Satan himself can smile upon occasion.

      “You’ve done enough to send you all over the road; destroying property and assaulting harmless men—you wait! There are other and better ways to fight than with the fists, and I haven’t forgotten any of you fellows—there are a few more rounders among you—”

      “Hey! You apologize fer that, by cripes, er I’ll kill yuh the longest way I know. And that—” Big Medicine again laid violent hands upon Dunk, “and that way won’t feel good, now I’m tellin’ yuh. Apologize, er—”

      “Say, all this don’t do any good, Bud,” Weary expostulated. “Let Dunk froth at the mouth if he wants to; what we want is to get these sheep off the range. And,” he added recklessly, “so long as the sheriff is headed for us anyway, we may as well get busy and make it worth his while. So—” He stopped, silenced by a most amazing interruption.

      On the brow of the hill, when first they had sighted Dunk in the hollow, something had gone wrong with Miguel’s saddle so that he had stopped behind; and, to keep him company, Andy had stopped also and waited for him. Later, when Dunk was spluttering threats, they had galloped up to the edge of the group and pulled their horses to a stand. Now, Miguel rode abruptly close to Dunk as rides one with a purpose.

      He leaned and peered intently into Dunk’s distorted countenance until every man there, struck by his manner, was watching him curiously. Then he sat back in the saddle, straightened his legs in the stirrups and laughed. And like his smile when he would have it so, or the little twitch of shoulders by which he could so incense a man, that laugh brought a deeper flush to Dunk’s face, reddened though it was by Big Medicine’s vigorous slapping.

      “Say, you’ve got nerve,” drawled the Native Son, “to let a sheriff travel toward you. I can remember when you were more timid, amigo.” He turned his head until his eyes fell upon Andy. “Say, Andy!” he called. “Come and take a look at this hombre. You’ll have to think back a few years,” he assisted laconically.

      In response, Andy rode up eagerly. Like the Native Son, he leaned and peered into eyes that stared back defiantly, wavered, and turned away. Andy also sat back in the saddle then, and snorted.

      “So this is the Dunk Whittaker that’s been raising merry hell around here! And talks about sending for the sheriff, huh? I’ve always heard that a lot uh gall is the best disguise a man can hide under, but, by gracious, this beats the deuce!” He turned to the astounded Happy Family with growing excitement in his manner.

      “Boys, we don’t have to worry much about this gazabo! We’ll just freeze onto him till the sheriff heaves in sight. Gee! There’ll sure be something stirring when we tell him who this Dunk person really is! And you say he was in with the Old Man, once? Oh, Lord!” He looked with withering contempt at Dunk; and Dunk’s glance flickered again and dropped, just as his hand dropped to the pocket of his coat.

      “No, yuh don’t, by cripes!” Big Medicine’s hand gripped Dunk’s arm on the instant. With his other he plucked the gun from Dunk’s pocket, and released him as he would let go of something foul which he had been compelled to touch.

      “He’ll be good, or he’ll lose his dinner quick,” drawled the Native Son, drawing his own silver-mounted six-shooter and resting it upon the saddle horn so that it pointed straight at Dunk’s diaphragm. “You take Weary off somewhere and tell him something about this deal, Andy. I’ll watch this slippery gentleman.” He smiled slowly and got an answering grin from Andy Green, who immediately rode a few rods away, with Weary and Pink close behind.

      “Say, by golly, what’s Dunk wanted fer?” Slim blurted inquisitively after a short silence.

      “Not for riding or driving over a bridge faster than a walk Slim,” purred the Native Son, shifting his gun a trifle as Dunk moved uneasily in the saddle. “You know the man. Look at his face—and use your imagination, if you’ve got any.”

Chapter XIII. The Happy Family Learn Something

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      “Well, I hope this farce is about over,” Dunk sneered, with as near an approach to his old, supercilious manner as he could command, when the three who had ridden apart returned presently. “Perhaps, Weary, you’ll be good enough to have this fellow put up his gun, and these—” he hesitated, after a swift glance, to apply any epithet whatever to the Happy Family. “I have two witnesses here to swear that you have without any excuse assaulted and maligned and threatened me, and you may consider yourselves lucky if I do not insist—”

      “Ah, cut that out,” Andy advised wearily. “I don’t know how it strikes the rest, but it sounds pretty sickening to me. Don’t overlook the fact that two of us happen to know all about you; and we know just where to send word, to dig up a lot more identification. So bluffing ain’t going to help you out, a darned bit.”

      “Miguel, you can go with Andy,” Weary said with brisk decision. “Take Dunk down to the ranch till the sheriff gets here—if it’s straight goods about Dunk sending for him. If he didn’t, we can take Dunk in to-morrow, ourselves.” He turned and fixed a cold, commanding eye upon the slack-jawed herders. “Come along, you two, and get these sheep headed outa here.”

      “Say, we’ll just lock him up in the blacksmith shop, and come on back,” Andy amended the order after his own free fashion. “He couldn’t get out in a million years; not after I’m through staking him out to the anvil with a log-chain.” He smiled maliciously into Dunk’s fear-yellowed countenance, and waved him a signal to ride ahead, which Dunk did without a word of protest while the Happy Family looked on dazedly.

      “What’s it all about, Weary?” Irish asked, when the three were gone. “What is it they’ve got on Dunk? Must be something pretty fierce, the way he wilted down into the saddle.”

      “You’ll have to wait and ask the boys.” Weary rode off to hurry the herders on the far side of the band.

      So the Happy Family remained perforce unenlightened upon the subject and for that they said hard things about Weary, and about Andy and Miguel as well. They believed that they were entitled to know the truth, and they called it a smart-aleck trick to keep the thing so almighty secret.

      There is in resentment a crisis; when that crisis is reached, and the dam of repression gives way, the full flood does not always sweep down upon those who have provoked the disaster. Frequently it happens that perfectly innocent victims are made to suffer. The Happy Family had been extremely forbearing, as has been pointed

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