CHAPTER XV.
At Dottery's Ranch
"It's a shame, Paul!" ejaculated Chet, almost crying with rage. "We ought to have shot him where he stood."
"I suppose many a man would have done it," returned Paul, somewhat moodily. "But we must get him out."
"He won't go out without a fight."
"I think he will—when we get enough of a crowd against him. I more than half believe he is totally alone, although the furniture and other stuff look as if he had had somebody to help him."
"He's been hanging around watching his chance," went on Chet. "Who knows but what he has been spying on us ever since his last visit."
"Oh, I trust not, Chet!" Paul looked much disturbed. "He may have overheard some of our talk about Uncle Barnaby's mine, you know."
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