"
"Why?" questioned Reade, halting and looking squarely back. "Do
you steal food, too?"
Once More Tom turned on his heel. Harry walked along with him.
Jim Ferrers all but walked backward, holding his rifle ready
and keeping a keen eye over the claim stealers.
"Come along, Jim," called Tom at last. "Those fellows won't do
any shooting. Their minds are now set on their new claim. They
expect to dig out gold enough to enable them to buy two or three
banks. They won't shoot unless they're driven to it."
Jim Ferrers turned and walked with the boys.
Fifteen seconds later a rifle cracked out behind them, the bullet
striking the dirt well to the left of Tom's party.
"It's a bluff, Jim, and-----" began Reade.
Crack! spoke Ferrers's ride.
"I knocked Gage's hat off," said the guide dryly. "Now, if he
fires again, it'll show that he's looking for trouble."
"The fellow who goes looking for trouble is always a fool," Tom
remarked.
"Because trouble is the most worthless thing in the world, yet
a fellow who goes looking for it is always sure to find twice
as much as he thought he wanted.
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