"That makes no difference. I know what's what."
"Open the gate and let us talk it over quietly," went on Dottery, who was naturally a peaceably inclined individual.
"I'm not opening the gate just now. Those boys can go away. I don t mind you coming around, but I don't want those boys here."
"Well, you'll have to put up with us," cried Chet, angrily. "Now, open the gate, or we'll smash it down!"
"Don't be rash, Chet!" whispered Paul.
"You monkey!" roared Captain Grady. "Fall back, before I let you have a dose of buck shot!"
"There will be no shooting here, Captain, onless ye want ter get wiped out," broke in Jack Blowfen. "Open the gate fer yer neighbors and let us hev a powwow."
"I've told you wot I'll do—open up when the boys go away."
"Come on, Chet," whispered Paul to his younger brother.
"Yes, but Paul"
"Come on, I say," and Paul whispered something into Chet's ear.
