"Indeed," returned Paul, coldly.
"Yes, indeed. I ve been kept out of this place long enough—seeing as how the original owner gave me a half hold on it long before he died."
"What makes you so anxious for the place?" asked Noel Urner, with sudden interest.
"That's my business," growled the captain.
"Is there any concealed wealth upon it?"
"No, there ain't," exclaimed Captain Grady, almost so quick that it did not sound natural.
"You seem to be awfully anxious"
"I own the next ranch, that's why. I want to turn my cattle an' sech in the two. Besides that, it ain't natural for a man to stand by an see others a-usin' of his things."
"You talk very positively, Captain Grady," said Paul. "But it will do you no good. We shall not budge for the present."
"You won't?"
"Not a step. We claim this property and you will have to get the law to put us out if we are to be put out."
"You young highflyers!" growled the captain. He had a dread of the law and would do anything to keep out of court. "Do you think I'll stand sech talk?"
