"Some time when I am alone, Mr. Merwell," answered the railroad
president. He quickly saw that his neighbor was "spoiling for a fight."
"Your men took three or four of my steers," went on Mr. Merwell. "I
won't stand for it."
"That can't be so, Mr. Merwell. My man, Todd, is a careful rounder, and
he told me he was sure of the brands."
"He ain't careful at all," broke in Link. "He drinks and he don't know
what he is doing."
"This is an affair between your father and myself," said Mr. Endicott,
stiffly. "You will kindly keep out of it."
"Huh! I guess I can have my say!" growled Link.
"I shall hold you responsible for every head of cattle of mine that is
missing," continued Mr. Merwell, with a dark look.
"I am willing to pay for every head that Todd drove off that did not
belong to us," answered Mr. Endicott. "But he assured me that he took
only our own. I will look into the matter when I get back to the ranch."
And, bowing stiffly, the railroad president rode on, with Belle beside
him. As they passed, Link "made a face" at Belle, but the young lady
refused to notice him.
As soon as he returned to the ranch, Mr. Endicott called up Sid Todd,
and then some of the other cowboys, and questioned them closely about
the cattle sent off.
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