Train swept a ponderous hand toward his fellow visitors, pointing them
out in turn. "There's Truxton, of the Diamond Dot; Holcomb, of the Star;
Henningson, of the Three Bar; Yeager, of the Three Diamond; an' Clark,
of the Circle Y."
"Correct," affirmed Norton, behind Hollis.
Hollis smiled grimly; he had caught a belligerent note in Norton's
voice. Plainly, if the range boss were allowed a voice in the matter,
these visitors would have now received as little encouragement as they
had received from Dunlavey. But Hollis's smile showed that he held
different views.
"I am Kent Hollis," he said to the men; "I suppose you know that."
"I reckon we know you," said Train; "you're Jim Hollis's boy."
"Then you know that Dunlavey and my father were not exactly bosom
friends," returned Hollis.
Several heads bobbed affirmatively; others sat grimly silent. Hollis
smiled.
"How many of you offered to help my father when he came to you asking
for assistance in his fight against Dunlavey?"
Train fidgeted. "I reckon they wasn't much chance----" he began, and
then hesitated, looking around at his fellows.
"Of course," returned Hollis quietly, after an embarrassed pause, "there
wasn't much chance for you to win then. And you had to take a big risk
to help my father. But he had to take a bigger risk to fight alone.
Still he fought. And he fought alone. He was almost ruined. And now you
men are facing ruin. And you have come to Jim Hollis's son to help you.
Do you think he ought?"
The men sat silent; the spokesman was without words.
"How many men can the six of you muster--in case Dunlavey should try to
carry out his decision to drive your cattle from the Rabbit-Ear--or
shoot them?"
"Eighteen, I reckon," returned Train, looking at the others, who nodded
affirmatively to his question.
Hollis turned to Norton. "How many men does Dunlavey employ?" he
questioned.
"Thirty," snapped Norton. "But in case he needed them he c'n get a
hundred."
"Big odds," smiled Hollis. "Why should I volunteer to help you fight
Dunlavey? My cattle are certain of getting enough water. Why should I
not be selfish, as you men were when my father went to you for
assistance?"
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