"Couple of Greasers," grunted Doc.
"Hey, you," cried Meeker through the open door. "You go down to th' corral an' wait for me."
"Si, señor."
"What's th' matter, Dad?" asked Mary. "How did Doc get shot?"
Meeker looked up angrily, but his face softened.
"There's a whole lot th' matter, Mary. That Bar-20 shore is gettin' hot-headed. Cassidy hit 'Tony acrost th' face with a quirt an' shot Doc. 'Tony was riding through that valley, an' Doc told Cassidy not to drive back a cow of ourn."
She flushed. "There must 'a been more'n that, Dad. He wouldn't 'a shot for that. I know it."
"You know it!" cried Meeker, astonished. "How do you know it?"
"He ain't that kind. I know he ain't."
"I asked how you knew it!"