"At last I've got you just where I want you, Len Molick!" Dave cried. "Maybe I can't prove you sawed the fence posts, but I don't need any more evidence than I've just had of what you were going to do. I've got you!" "You--you let me alone!" whimpered Len, who was a coward, as most bullies are. "I will, when I've finished," said Dave, laying aside his coat. "What are you going to do?" asked Len, who had straightened up, after having been rolled on the ground by Dave. "What am I going to do? I'm going to give you the best drubbing you ever had. Stand up and fight now, you big coward!" CHAPTER XIII SOME NEWS Perhaps if Len had done the manly thing--if he had owned to some of his misdeeds, and had promised not to repeat them, Dave might have forgiven him. For Dave was not a fighter by nature. Physically the two were well matched, with the advantage, if any, in favor of Len, who was larger than Dave. And if Len had acknowledged that he was afraid to fight, Dave would not have pressed it. But the bully and coward made the mistake of his life. As he sprang to his feet he caught up a stone and suddenly hurled it at Dave. The latter ducked just in time to save his head. And then his anger welled up. "So that's your game; is it?" he cried. Even then Len might have gotten out of it, only he did not. He aimed a wild blow at Dave, and then the fight was on. Len was no match for Dave in skill. The young cowboy easily dodged the blows aimed at him, and for a moment, he refrained from hitting Len hard. Then, as he saw Len again look about for a stone, Dave struck him so hard that the bully toppled over. "It's no more than you deserve!" Dave exclaimed. Len got up, and with a cry rushed at his opponent. Again, Dave sent him down. But I am not going to give you all the details of that fight which was soon over. Len, bruised and sore, cried out that he had had enough. "That'll teach you to behave after this, I guess," said Dave, as he moved over toward his horse. Len did not answer for a moment. He, too, approached his steed. And when he was mounted he cast a look full of anger and hate at Dave, and said: "You wait! I'll get even with you yet!" It was the usual retort of a sneak and coward. "You had your chance," said Dave, grimly. "If you couldn't take advantage of it that's not my fault." Then he rode off, collected the strays he was looking for, and made his way back to the ranch. "What's the matter, Dave?" asked Pocus Pete, as he saw the lad leap from his pony. "Did you have a fall?" "No, it was the other fellow," was the grim answer. "Len?" "Yes." "Does he look anything like you?" "Worse!" Dave's face was scratched and one eye bruised. "Well, I s'pose it had to be," chuckled Pocus Pete. "What'd he do, try to rope you?" "No. He wouldn't have much chance at that, even if I was not on Crow." Then Dave told the story of the encounter.