"Coffee-colored galoot!" Hopalong muttered, savagely. "I'll spill him all over hisself some day, th' squint-eyed mud-image! Th' devil with him, if he don't like my company he can amble." He swept up to them, his hair stirred by the breeze and his right hand resting on the butt of his Colt. Antonio was talking when he arrived, but he had no regard for "Greasers" and interrupted without loss of time. "Miss Meeker," he began, backing his horse so he could watch the Mexican. "I shore hope you ain't mad. Are you?" She looked at him coldly, and her companion muttered something in Spanish; and found Hopalong's eyes looking into his soul, which hushed the Spanish. "You talk United States if you've got anything to say, which you ain't," Hopalong commanded and then turned to the woman. "I'm shore sorry you heard me. I didn't think you was anywhere around." "Which accounts for you terrorizing our cows an' calves," she retorted. "An' for trying to start a stampede." Antonio stiffened at this, but did nothing because Hopalong was watching him. "You ought to be ashamed of yoreself!" she cried, her eyes flashing and deep color surging into her cheeks. "You had no right to treat them calves that way, or to start a stampede!" "I didn't try to start no stampede, honest," he replied, fascinated by the color playing across her face. "You did!" she insisted, vehemently. "You may think it's funny to scare calves, but it ain't!" "I was in a hurry," he replied, apologetically. "I shore didn't think nothing about th' calves. They was over on us an' I had to drive 'em back before I went on." "You have no right to drive 'em back," she retorted. "They have every right to graze where th' grass is good an' where they can get water. They can't live without water." "They shore can't," he replied in swift accord, as if the needs of cattle had never before crossed his mind. "But they can get it at th' river." "You have no right to drive 'em away from it!" "I ain't going to argue none with you, Miss," he responded. "My orders are to drive 'em back, which I'll do." "Do you mean to tell me that you'll keep them from water?" she demanded, her eyes flashing again. "It ain't my fault that yore men don't hold 'em closer to th' river," he replied. "There's water a-plenty there. Yore father's keeping 'em on a dry range." "Don't say anything about my father," she angrily retorted. "He knows his business better'n you can tell it to him." "I'm sorry if I've gone an' said anything to make you mad," he earnestly replied. "I just wanted to show you that I'm only obeying orders. I don't want to argue with you." "I didn't come here to argue," she quickly retorted. "I don't want you to drive our calves so hard, that's all." "I'll be plumb tender with 'em," he assured her, grinning. "An' I didn't try to scare that other herd, honest." "I saw you trying to scare them just before you saw me."