"You'll come after me, miss, before I speak to you again!"
"That's exactly what I want!" retorted Judith.
During this dialogue, Mary stood with the tears running down her cheeks, begging the two to stop quarreling. John leaned against the table, his eyes half, closed, his month distorted.
"So that's how the land lies with Scott?" he shouted suddenly.
"Yes, and if you lay hands on me, I'll shoot you," said Judith succinctly.
"I know how to get you, miss," sneered John.
He rushed out of the house. A moment later he galloped past the window on Beauty. Judith walked defiantly to the door and looked after him. Douglas went out to the corral. Shortly, John returned, leading Swift. He pulled up in front of the door and dismounted. He kicked Swift in the haunch to make her turn, and before Judith could do more than start toward him from the door, he put his six-shooter to Swift's patient little head and pulled the trigger. Swift dropped to her knees and rolled over.
"Now, Jude, try it again and I'll give Buster a dose," said John, standing tense as he waited for the girl's attack.
But with a look of such horror that John recoiled, she stopped in her tracks. She threw her arms about her head with a groan, ran across the yard to the stable and climbed into the hay-loft. Douglas stood for a moment as if turned to stone. Then he picked up a bridle and went into the corral for the Moose. As he adjusted the saddle, John led Beauty to the fence.
"You finish those chores, Doug!"
Douglas went on tightening the cinch.
