Red looked critically at Hopalong and snickered. "If we've got to look like him to catch th' women, thank God we don't want 'em!"
"Is that so!" retorted Hopalong.
"Say," drawled Skinny. "Wouldn't th' Kid look nice hobbled with matrimony? That is, after he grows up."
"You go to th' devil!"
"Gee, Kid, you look bloodthirsty," laughed Red. "You can fool them Greasers easy if you looks like that."
"You go to," Johnny retorted, swinging into the saddle. "I'm going along th' line to see what's loose."
"I'll lick you when I see you again!" shouted Red, grinning.
Johnny turned and twirled his fingers at his red-haired friend. "Yah, you ain't man enough!"
"Johnny's gettin' more hungry for a fight every day," Hopalong remarked. "He's itching for one."
"So was you a few years back, an' you ain't changed none," replied Red. "You used to ride around looking for fights."