MAN ON TH& QU'APPELLE TRAIL 27 



turn the trick. Now, look here. My idea is that if a 

 bunch of us fellows got together on the quiet some 

 night an' seized a few elevators Say, wouldn't it 

 bring things to a head so quick we'd get action? The 

 law's there, but these fellows are deliberately breakin' 

 it an' we got to show 'em " 



" The action you'd get would be the wrong kind, 

 Mac," protested W. K. Motherwell emphatically. 

 "You'd land in jail!" 



" Don't see it that way," persisted McNair. "Wouldn't 

 give a continental if I did so long's it woke a few people 

 up." 



" I tell you you're on the wrong trail unless you want 

 to get it where the chicken got the axe !" 



"Doggone it, man! Ain't that where we're gettin' 

 it now?" 



" Whereas with the right kind of organization " 



" Don't believe it," grunted McNair, starting to 

 climb back to his horse. " The time for any more o' 

 these here granny tea-parties is past to my way o' 

 thinkin' an' if we can't agree on it, we'd better shut up 

 before we get mad." He vaulted easily into the saddle. 

 " But I'll tell you one thing, W. R. there's the sweetest 

 little flare-up you ever saw on its way. I was talkin' 

 the other day to F!^ "P flrt l1iflgg- the Railton boys, 

 Al. Quigley, Billy Bonner and some more " 



" And I'll bet they gave you a lot of sound advice, 

 Mac !" laughed Motherwell confidently. 



" That's alright," resented McNair, the tan of his 

 cheek deepening a trifle. " They're a pretty sore bunch 

 an' a fellow from down Turtle Mountain way in Mani- 

 toba told me " 



"That the mud-turtle and the jack-rabbit finally 

 agreed that slow and steady " 



