"She is," admitted Skinny. "She shore is."
Hopalong rubbed his nose reflectively and turned to Red. "Did you ever notice how pretty a freckle is?"
Red stared, for he had only toleration for the fair sex, and his friend continued:
"Take a purty girl an' stick a freckle on her nose an' it sort of takes yore breath."
Red grinned. "I ain't never took a purty girl an' stuck a freckle on her nose, so I can't say."
Hopalong flushed at the laughter and Skinny cried, joyously: "She's got two of us already! Meeker's got us licked if he'll let her show herself once in a while. Oh, these young fellers! Nothing can rope 'em so quick as a female, an' th' purtier she is th' quicker she can do it."
A warning light came into Hopalong's eyes. "Nobody in this outfit'll go back on Buck for all th' purty women in th' world!"
"Good boy!" thought Johnny.
"We've got to watch th' Kid, just th' same," laughed Skinny.
"I'll knock yore head off!" cried Johnny. "You're sore 'cause you know you ain't got no chance with women while me an' Hoppy are around!"