"Fighting! Fighting who?"
"Just fighting, Kid."
"Ah, come on an' tell me," begged Johnny. Then, like a shot: "Was it that Greaser?"
"Nope."
"Who was it?"
"None of yore business," laughed Hopalong, delighted to be able to tease him.
"All right!" Johnny cried. "You wait; th' boys will be glad to learn about you an' her!"
Hopalong's hand shot out and gripped his friend's shoulder. "Don't you say a word about it, do you hear?"
"Shore. I was only fooling," replied Johnny. "Think I tell them kind of things! Yo're a big fool, you are."
"I was too quick, Kid. I know yo're a thoroughbred. An' now I'll tell you who I was fighting. Its was Red Eagle. He got a fit of pitching, an' I had to take it out of him."