nstruction on the
objectionable phrase. And now Huntington could not finish it as he had
intended, without seeming to back down, or weaken. Nor could he afford
to drop the mischievous word for another. In his desperation he took
the boldest course, and made a more aggressive speech by far than any
he had rehearsed for the occasion, and forgotten.

"You've got to take that back!" he blurted out.

It was Haig's turn now to ponder deeply. His first impulse was to tell
Huntington to go to the devil, and thereupon to walk out of the house.
But he had come there to make peace; and he bethought himself in time
that to give way to anger would only be to allow Huntington the first
victory he had ever had over him. Besides--he turned toward Marion,
and saw her face distorted with apprehension. That decided the issue.

"All in good time, Huntington," he said, with a smile. "Your actions
certainly justified everything I said. What have you to say about your
scheme to take my horse?"

Huntington groped in vain for one of the crushing retorts that he had
valiantly prepared for this meeting. Then he caught Marion's eye
again.

"That was a mistake," he said. "But I'm no thief and no liar."

"I grant you're honest enough, Huntington, when you stop to think. As
for Sunnysides, he's settled that business for himself. And if you'll
give me a straightforward answer on one more point, I'll acquit you of
being a liar."

"What's that?"

"You killed my bull, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did! But it was a question of yours or mine. They were
fighting, and mine was getting the worst of it."

"And it never occurred to you to let the best one win?"

"No. I was angry. It was the day that--" He caught himself, and looked
in fresh alarm at Marion.

"The day that--" Haig prompted.

"No matter. I was angry. I'll pay you what the bull was worth."

"No. Settle that with Thursby. Is there anything more?"

"Nothing except the cause of the whole trouble. You took more than
your share."

"We might talk all day and all night about that, and come to no
understanding. But I'll tell you what I've done. I've suggested to
Thursby that he and you and the rest of them go into a pool. There's
enough pasture for all of you if--"

"That's an idea!" cried Huntington. "What does Thursby say?"

"He's willing. He doesn't like trouble as I--did. He'll even sell off
some of his stock."

Huntington was silent a moment, looking doubtfully at Haig. Then the
be