out of tune, and made such a discord that the song had to come to a stop.
"Go on! Go on!" he yelled, loudly.
"Whoop her up, everybody!" called his companion. "All join in the glad refrain!" And he started to sing in a heavy, liquor-laden voice.
"You shut up or git out!" cried Sid Todd, striding forward.
"They don't mean no harm," put in Hank Snogger, but he did not speak in positive tones.
"You keep out of this, Snogger," answered Todd, coldly. "Those men have got to behave themselves or git out. I said it, an' I mean it."
"That's right—put 'em out!" shouted several.
"Ain't we got a right to laff?" demanded one of the cowboys who were making the disturbance.
"Yes, but not so as to drown everything else," answered Sid Todd. "An' you can't sing."
"We come here fer some fun," said the other cowboy from the Merwell ranch. "An' we are going to have it. Whoop her up, everybody!" And he commenced to sing once more.
There were cries from all sides, and for a minute it looked as if the entertainment would end in a general row. But then Sid Todd gave a signal to some of the other Endicott hands, and in a twinkling the two boisterous cowboys were grabbed and hustled from the house. One tried to draw
