"I'll not go near your house!" Scott spoke gruffly.
"Look here, Scott! Don't be a grouch! Let's see if we can't get together."
"Get together? What for? Some of this pious stuff, I suppose!"
"No, it's not! It's just common sense. We both plan to spend our lives in this valley. Why fight all +the time?"
"You can bet I do plan to spend my life in this valley. Neither you nor Charleton can run me out. Lost Chief is as much mine as it is yours. Don't you ever get it into that thick head of yours that you can be Big Chief here. I am going to have a finger in this pie myself."
"Aw, draw it mild, Scott!" protested the sheriff. "Nobody's afraid of your threats. Doug's advice is good. Come out of your grouch and join the crowd."
"Whose crowd? Doug's? I didn't know he had one except for idiots," sneered Scott.
"No," said Douglas cheerfully, "we don't want any idiots in our crowd. We want good friends and watchmen, hey, Johnny? Come on in, Scott. The going is pretty good."
Scott uttered an oath. Douglas, a straight, rather tense figure in the dusk, did not speak again for a long moment; then he said quietly, "All right, Scott! I'm through. Get off my place, quick!"
He dismounted and unsaddled the Moose. Scott rode off at a gallop.
"Want any help with the bull, Doug?" asked Frank Day.
"No, thanks! We'll get him into the stable and then look him over. Get the lantern, will you, Johnny?"
"Then I'll be riding," said the sheriff. "My chores
