"Why, I thought _I_ stopped him!" exclaimed Hopalong. "Reckon you won't rustle no more cows, you thief," growled Meeker, rising to his knees. Hopalong pulled him down again as a bullet whizzed through the space just occupied by his head. "Don't you get so curious," he warned. "Come on--I see Red. He's got his rifle, lucky cuss." "Good for him! Wish I had mine," replied Meeker, grinning at Red, who wriggled an elbow as a salutation. In his position Red could hardly be expected to do much more, since two men were waiting for a shot at him. "Well, you can get that gun down there an' have a rifle," Hopalong suggested, pointing to the Winchester lying close to its former owner. "You can do it, all right." "Good idea--shoot 'em with their own lead," and the H2 foreman departed on his hands and knees for the weapon. "I hit one--he's trying to put his shoulder together," cried Red, grinning. "What makes you so late--I was th' last one up, an' I've been here a couple of hours." "Yo're a sinful liar!" retorted Hopalong. "We stopped to pick blackberries back at that farm house," he finished with withering sarcasm. "You fellers had time to get married an' raise a family," Red replied. He ducked and looked around. "Ah, you coyote--hit him, but not very hard, I reckon." It was daylight when Pete, on the other end of the line, turned and scourged Johnny. "Ain't you got no sense in yore fool head? How can I see to shoot when you kick around like that an' fill my eyes with dirt! Come down from up there or I'll lick you!" "Ah, shut up!" retorted Johnny with a curse. "You'd kick around if somebody nicked _yore_ ear!" "Well, it serves you right for being so unholy curious!" Pete replied. "You come down before he nicks yore eye!" "Not before I get square--_Wow!_" and Johnny came down rapidly. "Where'd he get you that time?" "None of yore business!" growled Johnny. "I told you to come--" "Shut up!" roared Johnny, glaring at him. "Wish I had that new Sharps of mine!" "Go an' get it, Kid. Yo're nimble," Pete responded. "An' bring up some of th' others, too, while yo're about it." "But how long will this fight last, do you reckon?" the other asked, with an air of weighing something. "All day with rifles--a week without 'em." "Shore yo're right?" "Yes; go ahead. There'll be some of th' scrap left for you when you get back." "All right,--but don't you get that feller. I want him for what he did to me," and Johnny hastened away. He returned in fifteen minutes with two rifles and gave one of them to his companion. "They're .45-70's--an' full, too," he remarked. "But I ain't got no more cartridges for 'em." "How'd you get 'em so quick?" "Found 'em by th' rope where we come up--didn't have to stop; just picked 'em up an' came right back," Johnny laughed. "But I wonder how they got there?" "Bet four dollars an' a tooth-pick they means that two thieves got away down them ropes. Where's Doc?"