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"Why, certainly not, certainly not," answered the judge warmly, "but at the same time I do claim an equity which rises from prior and undisputed possession, and which has always and ought now to protect my range from any outside invasion." "Very likely, very likely," remarked Swope dryly. "And now, Judge, I want to ask you another question before these witnesses.
"I've noticed," replied Hardy, "that you sheepmen get in a hurry once in a while. You can't stop to knock on a door so you kick it open; can't stop to go around a ranch, so you go through it, and so on." "Ah," observed Swope slyly, "so that's what's bitin' you, eh? I reckon you must be that new superintendent that Jim was tellin' about." "That's right," admitted Hardy, "and you're Mr.
Roy can navigate, of course, and there are islands not distant from our present position. So we have been preparing the boat, and Mr. Lynch planned to launch it some midwatch when the mate and and Captain Swope were in their berths. He hoped to get us away so quietly they would know nothing about it until hours later." "But surely Lynch didn't intend staying by the ship?
"Captain Swope comes with them. And I send a port gang to get you oondar way." "Hope there are some more huskies like these two," said Lynch. "Ja, day ban all able seamans," declared the Swede. "You're a filthy liar!" I heard Lynch comment. But further words I lost, for Newman and I went stumbling forward to the forecastle. We dumped our bags upon the floor, and Newman lighted the lamp.
"Feelin' kinder bad to-night," explained Swope, as his mayordomo butted into the swinging doors of a saloon and disappeared, "but you remember what I said about them sheep. How do things look up your way?" he inquired. "Feed pretty good?" "It's getting awfully dry," replied Hardy noncommittally. "I suppose your sheep are up on the Black Mesa by this time."
If the lady had not taken the revolver from me, I fear I should have shot the man despite my promise. As it was my sheath knife lay bared in my hand, and I had to fight myself to keep from leaping the barrier and confronting him. Aye, to face him, and make him eat the steel out of my hand! Yes, Swope was in a happy mood. A rollicking, loquacious mood. He talked.
"Uh, you was surprised, was ye?" snarled Swope, who had been glowering at him malignantly through his long recital. "Mebbe " "Yes, I was surprised!" retorted Creede angrily. "And I was like the man that received the gold-headed cane I was pleased, too, if that's what you're drivin' at.
He was a furious man that moment; I could see him biting his lips, and clenching and unclenching his hands from excess of anger. Yet he answered Newman in a soft, even voice, and in the same half-bantering vein the big fellow had used. He was a strong man, was Swope; he could control his temper when he thought it necessary. "Yes, my man, you may consider yourself under arrest!" he said.
"That's Swope and Co. the Sheepmen's Protective Association coming over to rescue companero." A line of rapidly moving specks proved the truth of his observation, and Creede's shoulders shook with laughter as he noted their killing pace. "I tumbled to the idee the minute I set eyes on that cow's horn," he said. "It's like this.
At sun-up a boss herder rode boldly out into the current and swam it with his horse; brawny Mexicans leapt into the thicket of palo verdes that grew against the cliff and cut branches to build a chute; Jasper Swope in his high sombrero and mounted on his black mule galloped down from the hidden camp and urged his men along.
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