"I'm obleeged ter ye. Now jest let's suppose thet ther railroad _did_ aim ter come in atter all an' let's jest suppose for ther fun of ther thing, thet hit likewise aimed ter grab off all ther best coal an' timber rights afore ther pore, ign'rant mountain-men caught on ter what war happenin'. In sich a case, ther fust step would be ter send a man on ahead, wouldn't hit--a mountain man, if possible--ter preach thet ther railroad didn't aim ter come? Thet would mean bargains, wouldn't hit?" Jerry Henderson laughed aloud. "Do you mean that you suspect me of such a mission?" Glancing about to assure himself that no one heard except his single auditor, the erstwhile hirer of assassins bent over his saddle pommel. Into the suavity of his voice had crept a new hardness and into the pale color of his eyes an ominous glint. "Back in ther days of ther war with England, Mr. Henderson, I've heered tell thet our grandsires hed a flag with a rattlesnake on hit, an' ther words, 'Don't tread on me!' Some folks says we're right-smart like our grandsires back hyar in ther timber." "If that's a threat, Mr. Towers," said Henderson steadily, "I make it a point never to understand them." "An' I makes hit a point never ter give them more then onct. I don't say I suspicions ye--but I do _p'intedly_ say this ter ye: Whatever yore real project air, afore ye goes inter hit too deep--afore ye invests all ye've got, an' all yore mother hes got an' all yore sister hes got, hit mout be right heedful ter ride over ter my dwellin'-house an' hev speech with me." An indignant retort rose to Jerry's lips, but with diplomatic forbearance he repressed it. "When I've been here a while, I guess your suspicions will be allayed without verbal assurances, Mr. Towers." "Even if ye only comes preachin' ther drivin' out of licker," said Towers slowly, "ye're treadin' on my friends. We suffers Sabbath talk like thet from preachers, but we don't relish hit on week-days from strangers. In thar a while back I listened. I seen ye an' Brother Fulkerson a-stirrin' up an' onsettlin' ther young folks. I kin feel ther restless things thet's a-ridin' in ther wind ter-night, Mr. Henderson, an' hit hain't sca'cely right ter bring trouble on these folks thet's shelterin' ye." Bear Cat Stacy, unseen but eagerly listening, felt a leaping of resentment in his veins. All the feudal instincts that had their currents there woke to wrath as he heard his hereditary enemy warning away his guest. It was the intolerable affront of a hint that the power of the Stacys had dwindled and waned until it could no longer secure the protection of its own roof-trees.