"Whoy, thot's fun fer Frankie," he declared.
Miller groaned, and sat up, lifting his hands to his head, and looking about him in a dazed way.
"What's happened ter me?" he asked, speaking thickly.
"Ye run ag'in' a fighter this time, Wade," said the girl. "He done ye, an' you-uns is ther bully o' these parts!"
"It was an accident," mumbled the man. "I couldn't see ther critter well, an' so he kinder got——"
"That won't go, Wade," half laughed the girl. "He done you fa'r an' squar', an' it's no us' ter squawk."
"An' ye're laffin' 'bout it, be ye, Kate? Wal, I ain't done with him."
The girl became serious instantly.
"Better let him erlone, Wade. You-uns has made fool enough o' yerself. Ye tried ter kill me, an'——"
"What I saw made me do it!" grated the man. "He war makin' love ter ye, Kate—an' you-uns liked it!"