[Gutenberg 18683] • Ralph Granger's Fortunes

[...]kid. I wish you was at home, Clelly." This last to his boy who, not at all alarmed, was smiling at Ralph in a very friendly manner. When the lad saw Jase throw back his hand, he dropped his rifle into the hollow of his left arm and brought the trigger to a half cock, advancing at the same time squarely into the middle of the road. "Grandpa tells me that you are the son of the man who shot my father, here, just six years ago," began the[...].