fore breakfast was finished, Scott Parsons hallooed from the corral. The family went to the door.
Scott was leading Sioux and Whoop-la.
"Found these in the old Government corral up on Lost Chief Mountain," he said laconically.
"I suppose you're going to get something worth while from Dad for this!" cried Judith passionately.
Scott looked at the girl curiously. "You sure are crazy, Jude! Do you suppose I'd help John Spencer do you like that? John's a blank-blank and he knows it."
Douglas moved to stand by Ginger's head.
"No man says that to me without a grin." John drew his gun.
"Jude!" said Doug sharply. He reached up and seized Scott's hand and with a sudden twist relieved him of his six-shooter.
Judith struck up her father's arm and a shot scattered dust from the sod roof of the cabin. John smacked Judith on the cheek. She threw herself on him like a fighting she-bear. John dropped his gun to seize her wrists and Mary promptly picked the weapon up and gave it to Douglas.
"Now," said Doug, when Judith stood panting like a young Diana, her eyes black with anger and excitement, "if you two men want to fight, take your fists and go to it!"
John suddenly grinned, his eyes on Judith. "I don't see anybody spoiling for a fist fight but Judith. You little lynx-cat! You get handsomer every day!"
"I'd hate to let a woman make putty of me like that," sneered Scott. "Let me have my shooting-iron, Doug."
Douglas had broken the revolver and unloaded it. He gave it back, receiving the lead ropes of the two animals in return, and Scott trotted away.
