"Reckon you have eyes an can see," growled Captain Grady. "I told you that you hadn't seen the end of this, in that I would have this place in my possession putty quick."
"You had no right to break into our house and fire our things out!" cried Chet.
"I deny as how it's your house, youngster. It belongs to me, as does the whole ranch property. There be your traps, an the quicker you git them off this ground the better it will suit me."
"We won't move a thing until we put them back into that house," retorted Chet hot-headedly. "This is no way to gain possession, and you know it."
"Halt where you are!" Captain Grady raised his gun and pointed it at Chet, who was in advance. "You'll not come near this gate, mind that!"
"I'm going in, and you won't stop me," retorted Chet.
"Don't be rash, Chet," whispered Paul, riding up and plucking his younger brother by the sleeve.
"You try and cross this gateway and I'll fire on you, sure as fate," went on the captain.
