"Delighted to see me, aren't you?" he remarked. A slow anger surged up
within him. "Your little scheme didn't work, did it? Wanted me out of
the way, did you? Thought you'd keep me out of court! Well, I'm here,
just as I said I'd be here. You can pay your villainous tool or kick him
out, as you please. He's failed, and he won't get another chance. You
miserable whelp!"
But Oldham had recovered his poise.
"Get out of my way. I don't know what you are talking about. I'll land
you in the penitentiary a week after you appear in court. You're
warned."
"Oh, I've been warned for some time. But first I'll land you."
"Really! How?"
"Right here and now," said Bob stepping forward.
Oldham reined back his horse, and drew from his side pocket a short,
nickel-plated revolver.
"Let me pass!" he commanded harshly. He presented the weapon, and his
gray eyes contracted to pin points.
"Throw that thing away," said Bob, laying his hand on the other man's
bridle. "_I'm going to give you the very worst licking you ever heard
tell of!_"
The young man's muscles were tense with the expectation of a shot.
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