Oregon. I would like nothing better than to take a crack at the dirty greaser's head. I guess Silversheene would like to get his teeth into his legs also. Between us we ought to hold the ranch. Don't you folks worry. We will look out for things. He probably thought he could bully you when I was away, but we are ready for him now, so let him come."
When Richard held the letter out for Silversheene to smell it, to the surprise of all but Dick the dog's hackles went up and his eyes became like living coals, while he uttered a low menacing growl. "What did I tell you?" cried Dick excitedly. "Silversheene hasn't forgotten the man who sold him into slavery. We will settle that account with him yet." So Richard scoured the room over the stable for Pedro's old clothes. He finally secured some shoes and pants which still held the man's body scent. These he displayed to Silversheene and told him to eat him up. Even Dick was amazed at the towering rage into which the old
