"That's right," said Frank. "I had to ride through them, and they banged away at me to their satisfaction. I was lucky to come out with a whole skin."
"Which the other gent didn't. Who is he?"
"Big Monte."
"What? Not that galoot? Why, he's one o' the wust devils unhung in Arizona!"
The men began to murmur.
"Big Monte!" cried another. "Why I has a score to settle with that thar varmint! He shot my partner, Luke Brandt."
"An' I has a score to settle with him, too!" declared another. "He stole a hoss off me!"
Many others claimed grievances against Monte, and suddenly there was a rush toward the room into which the wounded man had been conveyed.
Somehow Frank Merriwell was ahead of them all.