"Sure he can!" asserted the old cowboy earnestly and with conviction, though he knew in his heart this was not so. But, as he said afterward, he wasn't going to let Del Pinzo do all the "bluffing." "Then we shall go to law about it," said the Mexican leader. "And we shall have action against you for shooting at us when we peaceably tried to cross and pasture our flocks on the open range land that is given away by the so grand government of the United States." "They wouldn't give any to _you_!" cried Billee. "All the land you'll ever own in the good old U.S.A. will be six feet to hold you after somebody shoots your head off, as ought to be done long ago. You're not a citizen and you know it, and you can't claim a foot of land, even if Mr. Merkel didn't own it!" "I claim it not for myself--but for my friends, the so poor sheep herders," said Del Pinzo, in what he meant for a humble voice. "I but act as their leader and adviser. I seek nothing for myself." "First time I've ever known _that_ to happen!" chuckled Billee. "You're generally looking out for number one first of all. Well, if you want to give your friends good advice, tell 'em to go back home and start making _frijoles_ for a living. They'll never earn their salt raising sheep--that is, not on this side of Spur Creek." "That is to be seen, _Senor_ Billee," mocked Del Pinzo, still smiling. "Once more I demand of you that we are permit to pass the stream and let our so hungry sheep feed." "And once more I tell you there's nothin' doin'!" snapped Billee. "Your sheep can starve for all of me!" "For the third time I ask and demand that you let us pass," called Del Pinzo, who seemed to have more patience than Billee, whatever else might be said in disfavor of the Greaser. "And for the third and last time I tell you to take your gang and your sheep back where they came from!" cried Billee. "Now what are you going to do--fight?" "Yes, _senor_," was the calm answer. "I shall fight, but not no longer with guns. I fight you in the courts. My friends, they are of citizens of the United States. They have of a rights to the land and of their rights I shall see that they get. _Adios!_" He bowed courteously--he was a polite villain, I'll say that for him--and, lowering the flag of truce, he rode back to join his comrades on the other bank. For a time there was silence amid the boy ranchers and their friends, and then, as movements among the sheep men indicated that they were getting ready to depart, Bud asked: "What do you think is up, Billee?" "Wa'al, I think, just as Del Pinzo said, he and those with him have had enough of powder and lead. Now they'll try the courts. I'm afraid your father is in for a legal battle, Bud." CHAPTER XXII NORT'S PLAN