"There's a whole lot th' matter, Mary. That Bar-20 shore is gettin' hot-headed. Cassidy hit 'Tony acrost th' face with a quirt an' shot Doc. 'Tony was riding through that valley, an' Doc told Cassidy not to drive back a cow of ourn." She flushed. "There must 'a been more'n that, Dad. He wouldn't 'a shot for that. I know it." "You know it!" cried Meeker, astonished. "How do you know it?" "He ain't that kind. I know he ain't." "I asked how you knew it!" She looked down and then faced him. "Because I know him, because he ain't that kind. What did you say to him, Doc?" Meeker's face was a study and Doc flushed, for she was looking him squarely in the eyes. "What did you say to him?" she repeated. "Did you make a gun-play?" "Well, by G-d!" shouted Meeker, leaping to his feet. "You know him, hey! 'He ain't that kind!' How long have you known him, an' where'd you meet him?" "This is no time to talk of that," she replied, her spirit aroused. "Ask Doc what he did an' said to get shot. Look at him; he lied when he told you about it." "I told him to quit driving our cows back," Doc cried. "Of course I had my hand on my gun when I said it. I'd been a fool if I hadn't, wouldn't I?" "That ain't all," she remarked. "Did you try to use it?" Meeker was staring first at one and then at the other, not knowing just what to say. Doc looked at him and his mind was made up. "What'd you do, Doc?" he asked. "I said: 'What are you doing with that cow?' an' he said it wasn't none of my business. I got mad then an' jerked my gun loose, but he got me first. I wasn't going to shoot. I was only getting ready for him if he tried to." "How did he know you wasn't going to shoot?" Meeker demanded. "Reckon I can't blame him for that. He must be quick on th' draw." "Quickest I ever saw. He had his gun out to shoot in front of a cow. At th' time I thought he was going to kill it. That's what made me get in so quick. He slid it back in th' holster an' faced me. I told you what happened then." "Well, we've got to show them fellers they can't fool with us an' get away with it," Meeker replied. "An' I've got to have th' use of that crick somehow. I'll think of some way to square things." "Wait, I'll go with you," Doc remarked, following the other towards the door. "You go in th' bunk house an' wait for me. I want to see what them Greasers want." "Wonder how much 'Tony didn't tell," mused the foreman, as he went towards the corral. "Reckon Cassidy cut him 'cause he was a Greaser. Come purty nigh doing it myself, once. Well, I don't care, but I've got to notice plays like that or they'll think I'm scared of 'em. I'll go up an' have it out, an' when I get ready I'll show them swaggerin' bucks what's what."