you, for that, young fellow!" He stepped toward the bed. "Are you going to get out, Marion?"
"No, she isn't!" snapped Douglas. He made a sudden rush at Charleton and pushed him into the kitchen, Judith slammed and locked the door behind them.
It was on this scene that John Spencer appeared, closing the outer door innocently behind him.
"I wanted to borrow your buckboard for a couple of weeks," he began. Then he paused and looked inquiringly from his son to his old friend.
"Marion's in trouble," said Douglas, "and Charleton is trying to drive her out. Jude and I won't let him."
"Why should you butt in?" demanded John.
"Anybody with a decent heart would," replied Douglas.
"Get your kids out of here, John!" roared Charleton. "Judith's in there with the door locked!"
"Judith!" called John. "Come here!"
"I can't, Dad. I promised Marion to stick by her."
"You come out or I'll break the door down and bring you!"
"If you do, I'll not go to Mountain City with you!"
John hesitated, though his face was purple.
"You couldn't keep her away from the rodeo and you know it," sneered Charleton. "Fetch her out, John, unless you're afraid of Doug."
"Jude, are you coming?" shouted John.
"No, sir."
John heaved against the flimsy door and it broke on its hinges. He rushed into the inner room. Judith, her great eyes blazing, stood with one hand on Marion's shoulder.
"Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Dad! You put a finger on me or Marion if you dare!"
