Cowboy Dave; Or, The Round-up at Rolling River

orward, but, though his face flushed, and a sense of anger choked him, Dave r

Len Molick!" D

your business-but you're going to talk to a

ur name!" Len sneered, but h

n his calmness. "You can call me Injun Jack if y

them," snapped Len, "and I want

e he carried, and seeme

's f

r pony and give you the best drubbing you ever had." He snatched the quirt from L

en, and he shru

rhand work," promised Dave. "But I'm going to converse with you right here

y posts!" was th

and I'll prove it too, sooner or later.

e? Haven't I a right to

stampede. But I fooled you that time, Len Molick, and I'll fool you again. Now I want to kno

could not help the falter

one who told me," wa

e find out

hould I kno

fter I get thr

inced

not now," said Dave, grimly. He was willing that Len sh

et me go!" the bully demanded. "You hav

cut through our fence posts, so that the least pressure

f your posts, I tel

efore the bully suspected it Dave had suddenly slipped hi

oo surprised to utter

Give me

l," Dave said, coolly. "

aid you didn't

did

I suppose they passed the saw to you to get rid

saw on the plain

e went on. "You say you didn't saw those posts, but I think you did, and I'm goi

und our special corral, even if you are on free

he was very angry now, "if you dare to touch me I'

ny talk like that," Dave

t be disgraced like any

mockingly, though ther

ar

mall satisfaction

dle of Len's horse, and urged his

ll fix you for thi

Then, speaking to Crow, he gallope

on had applied rough and ready, but effective treatment to the injured ankle, and

his endearing tone. For of course he had known, all along, that Dave w

that bunch he was speaking of," and he d

ne a good day's work sin

rs

cattle, and you bring me as a guest a ma

to hear

king to the young cowboy. And to himself Dave could not but admit that the more he saw of Mr. Bellmore th

e can deal with Molick,

great deal on Molick,

didn't,"

?" asked

received with rather ominous shakes

sh it hadn't happened, and I think as you do, Dave, that Molick, or some of his friends, had a han

een Mr. Molick and myself. There's not much love lost between us

y, Dad,"

best, and I haven't a word of fault to find. It just had to be so, I reckon. Bu

est so," said

of the cowboys returned, to report

referring to the other cowpu

it best t' leave him there-to-night a

swer. "We can't afford to

e. Then, too, the visit of Mr. Bellmore had created a little diversion. He and Mr. C

as he went to his room. "How long can I stay here, now that

the most cheerful sort as he