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It would look like desertion cowardice as if I went because this matter became known. It will get out soon enough now, since the Molick outfit knows it. But that's just the reason I'm going to stick. I won't fly in the face of the enemy. I won't desert! "The real reason why I intended to go, though, Dave, is because the ranch isn't making money enough.
Molick did, but he was defeated, and then, as his son Len dared not return to the vicinity on account of the fire indictment, there came an unexpected turn to affairs. "I hear Molick wants to sell out," said Pocus Pete, coming to the Bar U ranch house a few days after the defeat of the bully's father. "And he'll sell out cheap, too." "Will he?" asked Mr. Bellmore.
But I fooled you that time, Len Molick, and I'll fool you again. Now I want to know something else. Is Whitey Wasson the only one who told you I that I wasn't Mr. Carson's son?" For the life of him Dave could not help the falter that crept into his voice. "Yes; he's the only one who told me," was Len's sullen answer. "How did he find out about it?" "Huh! How should I know? Ask him!"
Pete chuckled, "and I'm goin' to ride that." This he did to his own great satisfaction. Several times when he and his boys got into more than verbal arguments with the Centre O crowd Pete used Len's horse. "It's like gettin' th' enemy's ammunition an' firin' it at him," said Pete with a laugh." I guess they don't relish it none." And Molick and his crowd did not.
The latter looked significantly at Molick, and remarked: "Seems to me you're overstepping a bit; aren't you?" "I don't know that I am," was the surly answer. "Why, you're on Bar U land or some of your men are." "I know it." "What gives you the right?" "The law. It says I can go where I have to, to recover my property. I guess that's right enough." "Where is any of your property on Mr.
As he had told Pocus Pete he was going to regard Mr. Carson as his father he had thought of him so many years in that relationship that it was difficult to think otherwise. "Well, you be careful of what you do, Dave; that's my advice t' you," said Pete. "Why so? I'm not afraid of Len Molick," was Dave's quick response. "No, maybe not.
Carson realized that Molick would probably soon again shut off a portion of his supply. "And if I can't get enough water for all my cattle I'll have to keep a smaller number until the tangle is straightened out," said the ranchman, "I'll sell off while I have the chance, and buy later in the fall." These were busy times. From distant ranges the cattle were driven in.
Give me a hand here, whoever you are! Come back!" But the figure did not turn, and then Dave, with anger and disgust showing in his face, thought he recognized in the peculiar style of the rider something familiar. "Len Molick!" he exclaimed, as he wheeled his horse to ride out of the press of cattle and once more to get ahead of them. "If that wasn't Len Molick I'll eat my hat!" he soliloquized.
Something seemed to strike Dave Carson a blow in the face. It was as though he had suddenly plunged into cold water, and, for the moment, he could not get his breath. The sneering words of Len Molick rang in his ears: "You're a nameless, picked-up nobody!"
Giving utterance to this sneering remark Len Molick began to urge his horse forward, but, though his face flushed, and a sense of anger choked him, Dave remained cool as he put out a hand and caught the bridle of the other's steed. "Not so fast, Len Molick!" Dave exclaimed.
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