"Dale, what you think ain't goin' to influence feelin' on
this range," returned Beasley, deliberately. "You live in
the woods an' --"

"Reckon livin' in the woods I might think -- an' know a
whole lot," interposed Dale, just as deliberately. The group
of men exchanged surprised glances. This was Milt Dale in
different aspect. And Beasley did not conceal a puzzled
surprise.

"About what -- now?" he asked, bluntly.

"Why, about what's goin' on in Pine," replied Dale.

Some of the men laughed.

"Shore lots goin' on -- an' no mistake," put in Lem Harden.

Probably the keen Beasley had never before considered Milt
Dale as a responsible person; certainly never one in any way
to cross his trail. But on the instant, perhaps, some
instinct was born, or he divined an antagonism in Dale that
was both surprising and perplexing.

"Dale, I've differences with Al Auchincloss -- have had them
for years," said Beasley. "Much of what he owns is mine. An'
it's goin' to come to me. Now I reckon people will be takin'
sides -- some for me an' some for Al. Most are for me. . . .
Where do you stand? Al Auchincloss never had no use for you,
an' besides he's a dyin' man. Are you goin' on his side?"