"And 'tis easy for me, because I know 'em both so well," answered Rhoda. "No man ever wanted his beastly nature cooled down with a good hiding more than what Bartley Crocker does. And, be it as 'twill, 'twas Crocker that made the fight, not David."
"I shall go mad when the day comes," said Margaret.
"No, you won't, because you won't know the day. 'Tis to be kept a dark secret. And I'm going in the Ring to look after my brother."
"Rhoda!"
"I am, though. He wants it. He will have it so."
"Be you made of iron?"
"Yes, where David's good is the matter. He wants me there--and there I shall be."
"The men will hoot you--'tis an unwomanly thing."
"D'you think I care for that, so long as I know it isn't?"
"If any woman's to be there, 'tis his future wife, I should think," said Madge; but Rhoda laughed.