Hippy surveyed them narrowly.
"Here comes the rub," Miss Briggs confided to Grace.
"We"re deputy sheriffs," announced one.
"Charmed, I"m sure," greeted Hippy, bowing with much dignity. "Making early calls seems to be the way of the Big Woods. What do you want? Let me see. So far to-day we have had two wardens and two deputy sheriffs.
Speak your piece, but remember that you are covered. It"s just as well while talking to me to keep your muzzles pointed towards the ground."
"Are ye the fellows that burned up part of Section Forty-three?" asked the deputy.
"No. The fire did that. We are the fellows that put out the fire, or there would be nothing left of a good part of that section except blackened stumps and dead tree toads."
"Seeing as ye admit it, that"s all right."
Hippy nodded. Grace and Elfreda had stepped up, just to the rear of Hippy, that they might miss nothing of what was being said. The second deputy kept a watchful eye on them, presumably to see that they played no tricks on his companion.
"The owner of that section, Hi Dusenbery, reckons as ye"ve got to pay fer the loss of the timber ye burned, and I"m here, fer one thing, to serve the papers on ye in the suit. Do ye accept service?"
Hippy reached for the papers that the deputy held out, and, without looking at them, tore them and dropped the fragments on the ground.
"You shouldn"t have done that," rebuked Miss Briggs. "Grace, help me gather up the pieces. The idea!"
"Anything else?" demanded Lieutenant Wingate. "I have had about enough of this nonsense."
"I reckon there is something else. Ye"re charged with bein" dangerous characters. Information has been laid against ye by one William Tatem, otherwise known as Peg Tatem, accusin" some person unknown, but belongin" to this party, of shootin" him through the leg."
"It was a wooden leg, and the shots were not fired by any person or persons in this party. We do not know who fired them," interrupted Hippy.
The deputy sheriffs grinned.
"Ye are further charged with causin" certain wild animals, to wit, a bear and a big ugly dog, to attack Peg Tatem and his men and do "em injury, to wit, bites and scratches, not to speak of a bad scare."
"Well? There must be something more," urged Hippy. "What do you want me to do?"
"Peg opined that if ye would settle with him for the damages to his leg, and pay him for the scare ye give him, and settle with his jacks for what ye did to them, he might be willin" to let ye off."
Grace said something to Elfreda under her breath and Elfreda nodded.
Both saw that Lieutenant Wingate"s good nature was slipping from him, that his temper was rising.
"Don"t do anything rash, Hippy," urged Grace in a low tone.
"If I refuse, what then?" he demanded belligerently, addressing the man.
"That"s up to ye."
"I refuse to pay one copper cent!" roared Hippy. "Go tell that timber-legged friend of yours that if he bothers us again he will either get a bullet through his real leg or land in jail or both. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! I don"t believe you are deputies at all."
"Then yer under arrest. The whole pack of ye is under arrest!" shouted the deputy, suddenly throwing up his rifle.
_Bang!_
A bullet whizzed past the deputy"s head, fired from the ready rifle of Joe Shafto, who, with finger on the trigger, was glaring through her big horn-rimmed spectacles, alert for a suggestive move on the part of either of the three men, which would be the signal for another shot from her rifle.
CHAPTER XVI
w.i.l.l.y HORSE SHOWS THE WAY
Elfreda laid a hand on Lieutenant Wingate"s arm, then stepped between him and the deputy, who had lowered his rifle a little, hesitating, it appeared, whether to shoot and take his chances or to adopt the safer course. The fact that he chose the latter, and made no further effort to intimidate them with his weapon, was significant to Miss Briggs.
"Mister Man, I am a lawyer, and I will speak with you. I believe you just said that we are all under arrest," reminded Elfreda in an ordinary conversational tone.
"Ye are that, unless ye settle up," bl.u.s.tered the fellow.
"Then, of course, you have warrants. Have you?"
"Well, well, no, I reckon I hain"t. Don"t need none. I"m an officer of the law. This is my warrant," he said, tapping the rifle.
"We have similar arguments, arguments that are fully as potent," replied Miss Briggs significantly. "We decline to recognize any authority unless backed by proper credentials. What county are you from, may I inquire?"
"St. Louis County," grumbled the deputy.
"And your companion--is he from the same county?"
"Yes. Come! I ain"t got time for per-laverin" around. Are ye goin" to pay up or go with us?"
"Neither! You have no warrant; you have no proof that you are officers of the law, and you admit that you are from St. Louis County. Grace, what county are we now in?"
"Beltrami County," replied Grace Harlowe, who had been consulting her map.
Miss Briggs nodded.
"Out of your jurisdiction, Mister Deputy! It might be in order for me to suggest that you remove your persons from our camp," finished Elfreda in the same even tone with which she had carried on the conversation throughout.
"I"ll see whether ye"ll go with us or not!" raged the deputy.
"Joe!" called Hippy sharply. "If these rough-necks don"t go _instanter_, trim "em right."
"Don"t set Henry on them. They might hurt him," called Grace.
"Get out!" commanded Hippy.
The three men got, but before going they warned the Overland Riders that they would have the law on them for shooting at officers in the discharge of their duty.
In reply, Hippy waved a hand and grinned, and the men rode away rather more rapidly than they had come into the camp.