It seemed that the man was literally knocked "spinning," and he did not stop till he landed in the creek.
"Wal," exclaimed the girl, "I 'low you kin take keer o' yerself now!"
"I rather think so," came coolly from the boy. "He caught me foul, and I did not have a show at first."
"Look out fer his gun."
"I will. Who is he?"
"Wade Miller."
Frank whistled. It was a case of jealousy, and he had aroused the worst passions of the man who admired Kate Kenyon. Miller came scrambling and snorting from the water, and Barney Mulloy rushed toward the spot, crying:
"Pwhat's th' row, Frankie, me b'y? Do ye nade inny av me hilp?"
"I think not. So far, I am all right, thanks to Miss Kenyon."
"An' you kin fight!" breathed the mountain maid, in sincere admiration. "I didn't s'pose city chaps knowed how ter fight."