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Updated: June 21, 2025
As the animal Dave had was rather strange he took the precaution of staking him out as he halted for a bite to eat at noon. Dave was taking his nooning, resting lazily on the silent plain, when he heard a noise that caused him to rouse up suddenly. What he saw brought an exclamation of anger to his lips, for in the act of cutting the rope that held the somewhat restive pony was Len Molick.
I always like to let my foreman have a word to say," he added to the Chicago man. "And I think you do right," was the comment. "What's your idea, Pete?" asked Mr. Carson. "Why, I say go into it! That is, if we can get away from Molick. I never did like the idea of him controllin' so much of Rollin' River. Now if we can have all the water of our own we want, so much the better. Go into it, I says!"
"Oh, we'll put it through all right," said the Chicago man. "Don't worry about that. We'll put it through" "If Molick doesn't kick up a row," observed Mr. Carson. "Yes, of course we've got to look out for him. But I think " Mr. Bellmore never finished his sentence. "Look out, Dave!" he yelled, as if he could warn the lad who was riding toward the rushing steer. "Oh! Oh!" gasped Mr. Carson.
"Well, you did your best, Dave, and I'm much obliged to you," said Mr. Carson. "I agree with you that it looks as though the Molick crowd was getting desperate, and trying to drive us out of the country either by a stampede or by fire. If you hadn't discovered that blaze in time there's no telling what might have happened. Now I've got to plan what to do."
Len looked a bit frightened at this warning, but Whitey whispered to him, and the son of Jason Molick answered: "Go on! We're not afraid. This dam is on our land and you can't touch it!" At that moment a distant whoop sounded. Mr. Carson and the engineer looked around and saw a cloud of dust approaching.
"I've ended negotiations with them, and I'm sorry I ever tried to do business. But it will be all right. They can do business in their own way, and we'll do ours as we please. I'll look into the irrigation possibilities on your property now, Mr. Carson. We'll not hear anything more from the Molick outfit." But Mr. Bellmore failed to reckon on the mean characters of the Molick father and son.
The latter seemed to be making his way toward the animals. "Is he driving them ahead of him?" asked Dave, after a long and silent observation. "That's the way it looks," said Pocus Pete. "It's Len Molick all right," he added, after another shading of his eyes with his hand. "Are you sure?" Dave asked. "Positive. No one around here rides a horse in that sloppy way but him."
And yet I don't feel like doing Len any favor. If I take you I may get into trouble with Mr. Molick, too. "Oh, I'll take a chance though. Can't see a horse suffer," Dave went on, and when his own mount had sufficiently refreshed itself with water and food, the young cowboy leaped to the saddle and rode up to Len's animal.
"Looks as if something was going on," commented Mr. Bellmore, as they approached the place where the Molick dam had been rebuilt. "Yes, there's a crowd there, anyhow," agreed Dave. "And some of them are on our land, too!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "Now take it easy," advised his friend. "This matter must take a legal course, since we have started it that way. Keep cool."
"Their ranch would be safe with the wind blowing the way it does now, and they must know it would send the fire right down on us. It was the Molick crowd, I'll wager a hat!" He hurried on with the others. Dawn was breaking rapidly now. It seemed scarcely more than a few minutes since Dave saw that glow in the midnight sky, yet it was several hours.
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