CHAPTER X.
TOM'S FIGHTING BLOOD SURGES "Take another hitch of rope around that young steer," Dolph ordered, after he had flung Harry violently to the ground.
"He wont get away as he is," replied one of the other two men.
"Maybe not, but take an extra roping, as I told you," was Gage's tart retort.
So another length of line was passed around Hazelton, until he felt as though he had been done up in network.
"Now; we'll give your partner a chance to show up," muttered Gage, throwing himself on the ground.

"You young fellers will have to learn the lesson that you're thirty miles from anywhere, and that we rule matters around here.

We're going to keep on ruling, too, in this strip of Nevada." "Are you ?" grimaced Hazelton.

"Then, my friend, allow me to tell you that you are making the mistake of trying to reckon without Tom Reade!" "Is that your partner's name ?" jeered Dolph Gage.

"A likely enough boy, from what I've heard of him.