more words with you. Get down or take the consequences."
As he concluded the youth unslung his rifle in a suggestive manner. He had lived out in those wilds long enough to know that to trifle in such a case as this would be sheer foolishness.
"You're a hot-headed youngster, tew say the least," was the reply, and as he spoke the man scowled more viciously than ever. The sight of the ready rifle in Allen's hands was not at all to his liking. He made a movement toward his pistols, but a second glance at the youth made him change his mind.
"I said I would waste no more words with you," repeated Allen. "Get down!"
"But see here, youngster"
"Get down!" And up came the rifle in a motion that caused the man to start back in terror.
"There must be a mistake somewhar," he said, slowly, as soon as he could recover. "My pard turned this critter over to me, and I reckoned it war all right."
"There is where you reckoned wrong. Are you going to get down now or not?"
"Supposin we talk it over with my pard first? Thar he is now."
