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The Overlanders observed that their guides now wore heavy revolvers and that the saddle-boot of each held a rifle, which aroused apprehension in the minds of at least two of the girls. Jim-Sam, however, assured them that the Coso Valley and the mountain ranges on either side of it were as peaceful as “Sunday meetin’,” and, further, that “nothin’” ever happened there. Something did threaten to happen, though, when it came to lashing the packs to the mules, and Jim-Sam instantly became involved in a violent argument as to how the packs should be “thrown,” the two men in their anger shaking belligerent fists under each other’s nose until they nearly came to blows.

“If I had a disposition like your’n I’d go shoot myself,” raged Jim.

“If I was a cantankerous cuss like you I’d go live with the coyotes where I could snarl all day an’ bark all night. Git outer my way afore I soak ye in the jaw!” threatened Sam.

“That’s right, Sam. Hit him!” urged Stacy Brown. “He isn’t any good.”

“Yes, he is, too! Don’t ye say nothin’ agin my pardner. I ain’t standin’ fer nothin’ like that.”