"Reckon you air mistaken, stranger," was the cool reply. "This air hoss is mine."
This unexpected reply staggered Allen. He had expected the man to either show fight or take to his heels. It was plainly evident that the fellow intended, if possible, to bluff him off.
"Your horse? Not much! Whoa, Rush, old boy!"
Commanded by that familiar tongue, the horse came to a halt that was so sudden it nearly pitched the rider out of his saddle. He muttered something under his breath, straightened up and gave the reins a vicious yank that made Rush rear up in resentment.
"See here, youngster, keep your parley to yourself!" howled the man, scowling at Allen.
"I will—after you get down and turn that nag over to me," rejoined Allen, as coolly as he could, although he was in an exceedingly high state of suppressed excitement.
"And whyfore should I turn him over to you, seein' as how he belongs to me?" growled the man, as brazenly as he could.
"You stole that horse from our barn not four hours ago," retorted Allen. "I will waste no
