'Ye got to come to us.

We let ye live only so long as we choose, and what are ye going to do about it?
If ye don't like it, git out.'" Annixter and the engineer descended to the street and had a drink at the Yosemite bar, and Annixter went into the General Store while Dyke bought a little pair of red slippers for Sidney.

Before the salesman had wrapped them up, Dyke slipped a dime into the toe of each with a wink at Annixter.
"Let the little tad find 'em there," he said behind his hand in a hoarse whisper.

"That'll be one on Sid." "Where to now ?" demanded Annixter as they regained the street.

"I'm going down to the Post Office and then pull out for the ranch.