"See here now, B'ar," he called 

 aloud, " I ain't doing nothing to you. 

 I ain't got no grudge ag'in' you, an f 

 you ain't got no right to a grudge ag'in' 

 me." 



"Gro-o-o-h," said Gringo, deep and 

 low. 



" Now, I don't want no scrap with 

 you, though I have my scrap-iron right 

 handy, an' what I want you to do is 

 just step aside an' let me pass that 

 narrer trail an' go about my business." 



" Grow - woo -oo- wow," grumbled 

 Gringo. 



" I 'm honest about it, pard. You 

 let me alone, and I '11 let you alone; 

 all I want is right of way for five 

 minutes." 



u Grow-grow-wow-oo-umph," was 

 the answer. 



u Ye see, thar 's no way round an' 

 on'y one way through, an' you happen 



