The owner of the Bar Double G swung round, to discover for the first time
that harmony was not present. Boone stood back with a sullen vindictive
expression on his face.
"Why, what's up, boys?" the rancher asked, his glance passing from one to
another.
"You ain't in this, Lee," Boone informed him. Then, to Flatray: "See you
later."
The deputy nodded carelessly. "Any time you like."
The lank old Confederate took a step forward to call Boone back, but
Melissy caught him by the sleeve.
"Let him go," she whispered emphatically.
"I know my boss," returned Lee with a laugh.
"If you're quite through with me, Miss Lee, I'll not intrude longer,"
Flatray said.
"But I'm not," spoke Melissy quickly.
She did not intend to let him get away to settle his quarrel with Boone.
"I'm rather busy," he suggested.
"Your business will have to wait," she came back decisively.
Lee laughed and clapped Jack on the shoulder. "Might as well know your
boss too, boy."
Melissy flushed with a flash of temper. "I'm nothing of the kind, dad."
"Sho! A joke's a joke, girl. That's twice hand-runnin' I get a call-down.
You're mighty high-heeled to-day, 'pears like."
Jack smiled grimly. He understood some things that were hidden from Lee.