"Yes."
"Beaten up? I'm sure I must have left my mark on all three of them."
"I didn't get to see him, but no one said anything about any injury."
"Much as we dislike him, it's hard to think that Drummond would be concerned in such a plot," Hiram remarked.
"Plot?"
"Of course, Jo."
"Against me? What have I done?"
"We're getting nowhere with such speculation, Jo," said Hiram. "We boys will just have to keep our eyes open and see what we can find out. There's more back of it than the idea to tantalize you because you beat Al Drummond in the freighting game. I wish I knew what the razor was for."
"Of course, they weren't going to kill me, Hiram. No need for all that monkeywork, if that had been the case."
"I only saw the man with the razor," Hiram told her, "and got busy. Of course, I didn't even know it was a razor then, but I saw steel. I thought they were going to kill you. Didn't take much time to think, at that."